OK... Scary experience. Fear is good, it means your human, right? So fear is good, i recently learned that, when i was convinced to go and ride a bull. Worst freaken idea ever. yeah it was fun, until i was bucked off and landed on my side, brusing 3 ribs, and cracking one. Its fun until the pain sets in. Fear may only be a feeling but when u ingore that feeling, the consequences may kill u. Pain not so much but im jus saying, be careful what u do cuz, fear is meant to keep u safe, alive. Fear.

Ok, so im back from my trip and it was awesome. But what I didnt put into consideration was what I would come home to. I walked into my house, which i have worked so hard on making look nice, to find that the remnince of a major blow out were waiting for me to clean up. So, still on a high from the vacay i got in my car and picked up my brother, who knew exactly what he did and made him clean the house while i took my time unpacking and relaxing. It amazes me how the male mind works, is i instilled in them at birth or is it like puberty where there is a switch that is flipped and all of a sudden they are completely different? You tell me i will forever be puzzled by this. As my dad always said, "all can be trained". Some easier than others, right. Boys, you can't live with 'em and you cant live without 'em. Life.

Ok.. So when i walked into my basement this morning i found my brothers, their friends, my boyfriend and his brother all passed out. So i went back upstairs and about an hour later they all came up hungover and looking like crap. But they were planning on going out to snowboard. I had two options, i could let them go and most likely hurt themselves, or i could let them go and let them have their fun. I didnt go because i had plans, which i should have cancelled, because when came home with my newly cut hair i found Nick with a broken arm and my brother with a broken collar bone. Life only gets better. So now i have to take them both with me to the bahamas or cancel my trip. Granted my life is kinda suckish but its way better than living with my parents breathing down my neck. So it looks like i should book a double room and get used to being their personal servant. But the part that makes me happy is that i can swim and do whatever i want and they have to sit on the beach watching me enjoy my vacation. What am i saying my entire life is a vacation.But i have to say that blogging definately helps get these repressed emotions out.

Ok so every once and a while u just need a moment or two to yourself.... right? I know i do. So heres my take. When someone is in your face and you know that they r right but u dont want to admit it , the way i see it is you have two options..... You can either ignore it and walk away OR you can break their nose in one swift motion. What would you do, my mom would tell me be the bigger person and walk away, but my mind is telling me that i should probably hit em. Whoever invented morals was a moron. What would u do? Swallow your pride and beat yourself up about it or run the risk of a night behind bars. So now that ive spent a night behind bars and have gotten my ear chewed off by my parents i need a break, some might say i dont deserve it but then again when have i ever listened to other people. So im thinking a long weekend down in the bahamas, that may be alittle extreme but i dont care this is for me. The sun, the waves, the break. Who doesnt need a break sometimes.