discovering life again

i was walking around the other day and i suddenly had the urge to resurrect my long-dead social life. seriously. i mean, i'm only twenty-four after all. how can i give up my youth so willingly so easily?

yes, yes. a nice warm bed at night and lots of TV sure makes staying in enticing. still, i tend to overlook the fact that i'm young, i'm independent, and i have a good couple of years before having to settle down. sooo..

i've been going out a lot for the past two weeks and i'm LOVING it! better still is the fact that i've been meeting up and rekindling friendships with people i haven't spent time with in AGES. in the span of two weeks, i've met up with my gay best friend who has temporarily relocated to florida, my wonderful fellow carpool "studettes," a whole bunch of college friends (plus an ex), my favorite group of boys, my other ex, and well.. you get the picture. so i'm a little tired at work in the morning. you gotta love 'em women's one-a-day multivitamins. i still get to stay up late AND be my bouncy bubbly self in the morning.

on a funnier note, resurrecting my social life has not been without its share of weird repercusions. like, for example, being mistaken as a hooker while traipsing along my very well-lit street. i swear to you i was totally covered up. i have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA how i could possibly have been mistaken as a hooker when i wasn't wearing my usual array cleavage-baring outfits. oh, well. let the weirdness begin. all over again.