This morning I woke up a half hour earlier than usual because I needed to be online at 7am exactly so I could book a campsite for me and Kevin in Yosemite over Labor Day Weekend. Apparently the camp sites sell out in less than a minute, and I felt like I was Sheldon/Raj/Howard/Leonard when they tried to get tickets to Comic Con. Spoiler alert: I GOT THE TICKETS.
I was pretty proud of myself, and then I just kind of sat there and looked at the site confirmation and was like, "this is weird. I am NOT a camper and I never thought I would be doing this." AND THAT GOT ME THINKING... mostly about showing you guys a picture of Yosemite just in case you've never seen it. But it also got me thinking about things I never thought I'd do. So it's time for another ... you guessed it: LISTICLE. Not to be confused with testicle.
// Book a campsite and be excited about camping. The last time I went camping was over 10 years ago and I had to bring my own food. I took a loaf of WonderBread, some lunch meat, a Dr. Pepper, and some cinnamon PopTarts that I thought were S'more flavored. it was horrible.
// Date Kevin again.
// Enjoy eating tomatoes. I used to HATE tomatoes, but then my aunt made me try some from her garden and holy mother of vegetables those little suckers are DELICIOUS. And now I eat tomatoes wherever I go unless they look all old and mealy because that shit is disgusting.
// Wake up on the daily before 630am. I am a sleeper, I've discussed this before. But now I wake up at 6:23 Monday through Friday and it's surprisingly not the worst thing in the world.
// Want to elope. I always thought I wanted a huge wedding with the big poofy dress but the more I think about it the more I just think weddings are stressful and expensive and whenever I get married (NOT SOON) maybe it's not worth all the hassle? Who knows. Don't judge.
// Not be married at 25.
// Like dogs. Ever since a Jack Russell Terrier attached its mouth to the bell bottom of my jeans when I was a kid I swore I'd never have a dog. But now I'm dating a guy with two dogs and I'm trying to convince him to let me get a puppy. WHO HAVE I BECOME.
// Not be blonde. I haven't colored my hair in 10 months and I'm starting to miss the blonde, but I definitely do not miss paying for highlights.
Much blonde. Much domestic.
// Have a blog that people read slash make actual friends from blogging. Both happened, and both are amazing.
// Grow out of all my jeans. Oops. Carbs happened.
// Not care about what I wear in public. Seriously, I could not care less. I wear sweats with holes in them, a sweatshirt my sister found at a party that has a questionable stain that could very well be blood, and gold moccasins on a daily basis. I could not care less how sloppy I look when I go to the grocery store to buy myself a bottle of champagne and some Cheez Its, and it's sort of liberating.