Sometimes I Feel Like A Snowman

And by that, I mean I don't belong in florida. I got back from the NH yesterday and man do I miss it. I felt great all week when I was up there and today, my first day back, I awoke to a headache. Which is awesome I know. But enough about my bitchings let me get you caught up.

First off, it's been a while since my last blog. The reason for this is that I found it very difficult to keep my mouth shut about surprising my dad for his birthday. You see, my dad had no idea that I was coming home for his birthday. I showed up and he lost his shit. It was really cool. But everything I wanted to type on here was basically about how excited i was to be going back to New Hampshire and because my dad frequently reads my blog, I couldn't do that. So I just avoided it like the plague.

Secondly, I got a new tattoo. I love getting inked because afterwards, you will never be the same again. It's just a really cool feeling. Too bad I couldn't get one of the one I wanted. It was kind of friend dependent and one of my friends was really busy the whole day. No big deal.

Also, Royal pains is a very good show but it needs more Tucker and Libby. I love those two characters.

Best!

Allergies

I know that I already posted an hour ago but I need to talk about this right now. My allergies, which have usually been relatively tame, are kicking my ass hardcore style. It looks like I have pink eye and to be honest I really hope I don't. Couple these allergies with the fact that I have over active tear glands and it looks like i just watched the Scrubs Finale or an episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. It feels like I'm leaking. I don't like that feeling. That feeling sucks. To make matters worse, I shoot my commercial tomorrow and I have a very hard time spelling tomorrow. I actually almost spelled it wrong while griping. Why can't they just put a second "m" in it? But I digress.

The worst part about this is it makes me miss my mum. She used to take care of me when I was sick. I could just lay in bed and she would bring me soup and stuff. Being an adult fucking sucks. The only good thing is that I can swear in my blogs and not care who sees. Except maybe my grandparents. I wouldn't want them to read this.