that could light up the room, like yours.”

Have you ever met someone like that? They walk into a room and smile and it lights up the entire room. Doesn’t matter why they’re smiling, how big they’re smiling, or who they’re smiling at. That one smile lights up that entire damn room. You can’t help, but to smile back equally big (or small?). Its like a chain reaction. One smile can change the mood set in any situation. If you’ve seen a smile like this, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Its wonderful. I always ponder why this happens. Why the pearly whites of one person can put you in the greatest mood possible. Its something I’ve always been intrigued by.

(this blog is kind of random, basically what I’m feeling/thinking, right now)

In four days, my life is going to change and I cannot wait. Seriously, I am going crazy. That intense butterfly feeling, can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think. I am so excited, so nervous, so anxious, so nautious. All of the above. Its driving me absolutely insane. Nate is coming home in four days. He has been gone for over six months. The past month has been wonderful for me. I’ve gotten so close to him, I don’t remember anything that happened with him and I before this past month. All I know is that I cannot wait for him to come home. I’ve never been this excited for anything in my life.

There’s a massive beer pong tournament going on approximately ten feet to my right. A bunch of drunken friends and family arguing over the judge’s ruling. Its ridiculous, really. I hate beer pong and everything to do with drinking, for that matter. Earlier, my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew were over. My nephew is a few months past a year old…and both parents were playing. This is something that really bugs me. Hello, your child is carelessly roaming around and you’re throwing a ping pong ball into a plastic cup of alcohol? It gets under my skin extremely bad. I just really hate drinking, in general, and the people who are doing it. I hate being around it, hearing about it, anything to do with it. I think its selfish, disrespectful, and weak.

My aunt never shuts her mouth when she’s drunk, or when she’s sober, for that matter. Right now, she’s talking about her sweater. Oh wait, now its about hair. Apparently, she and Sarah have too long of hair? And they sit on it…? I have no idea what’s going on. All I know, is that I can hear my aunt’s voice over anything and everything.

“I don’t want your balls!” Dear Lord. Save me.