Life, the universe and other shit I've learned along the way..

It's been such a long week. But I'm excited...I have off tommrow and me and Danielle are going to see the Rangers at MSG. It's nice...and definately a well deserved and much needed rest. I have found myself two sister soulmates, Danielle and Ryan. I have so much fun with each of them and when we're all together...well...let's just say the Bespecticled Bookseller Mafia comes out. lol

I can't even begin to tell anyone just how happy I've been ever since I moved out. not that my parents are bad by any stretch of the imagination...just they were extreamly strict. It's nice to be able to hang out with friends and not have to worry about being home by 11 or having to ask for permission only to be told no. I mean it's so nice to pick up and go out with friends and spend all night out. it's nice to be able to say yes when asked if you wanna go and hang out at friday's after work instead of putting your head down and having to mumble that you can't becuase you're parents will flip if you do. Hell...it's nice to be able to color my hair.

I have also learned to embrace my inner hot dork. not that i'm really that hot...but I am really dorky. Eh...I'll take what I can. actually what I've become more comfortable with is that I can in fact be kinda cute and yes in fact guys do indeed find me attractive. And no...just becasue I find guys attractive doesn't mean that they'll run towards the hills in fear. And reguardless of what anyone says I'm not being self-depricating. It's just one of those things that if enough people tell you something you actually start to believe it. It's hard to break the record in your head of your parents telling you how unattractive you are.

Ah fuck this is becoming melodramatic and kinda emo (Best shirt I've ever seen by the way: "I wish my grass was emo this way it would cut itself"... I love it) let me stop while I'm behind.

But all in all life is pretty good. I have an amazing fiance, a great place to call home, I've got people who call me to hang out outside of work...amazing friends who I love and I have a life. An actual life. I have friends who will poke fun at the guys at work who I have crushes on (drunken and non-drunken rants included), friends who actually turn me girlier without comprimising my firm non-bitchy law, and a place to work where, other than one person, I absolutely adore everyone and generally go home happy.

life..is good. At least until next week.