Goddamn it, I hate mixed signals.

Ive looked back on the choices I've made in my life. I have reached to conclusion that most of these choices were mistakes. I do not regret them, however. These bad choices each led to a certain time of happiness that I may not have achieved otherwise. But the rub is that none of that happiness was ever going to last.

Is it better to be moderately happy for a long time or extremely happy for a short time?

I miss cold weather. And wearing coats. Whoever thought eternal summer was a good thing should be donkey punched. I miss real people too. I miss concerts in small bars and tiny community centers, long distance drunk driving, next day text messages bitching me out for driving drunk and drunk dialing while doing so. I miss my friends.

Where does the time go? Feels like yesterday that I was drinking coffee at the coffee bean with Sloane, and taking pictures on the River Walk with Steph and Jen. Getting hammered drunk with the gang from the Blue Monkey tavern. That was then an this is now I guess. I'll never get these things back. I will, however, get to make new memories in two years and ten months. I shall be older and wiser (hopefully), and maybe I'll make some good choices for once.

I know I'm getting older. This doesn't mean that I do not dislike the fact any less.