Firsts.

Firsts are normally terrible experiences.

The End.

Joking.

The first time i punched someone, I re-deviated her septum. My bad. (It was supposed to be a joke....didnt go as planned). (None of this is going to turn sexual because that would be FAR too awkward for a blog ---> get the point?) My first college roommate.....yeah WOW. My brain hurts, and I get all awkward and annoyed just thinking about it. (No, I didnt put vodka in your water bottle.) I didnt even know/or talk to my first prom date. The first time I drank at Katie T's, I wound up in her brothers bed at 10 pm and the cops came. My brother's girlfriends brother had to drive me to my friend Kinzs. The first time I drove my dads car alone I rolled it (thank God im here blogging right now). The first time I drank and smoked I puked everywhere, which was on the first night I was an adult. ....this is getting terrible and slightly out of hand.

the thing is, i can now smile and reminisce about every single one of those things. and can also drive a car normally (sexual reference NOT intended...sicko), throw a killer right hook --to defend myself against crazy bitches, drink and smoke like a pro, manage my filthy slob of a college roommate (jokes), and had an amazing second prom date.

i love those awkward horrible moments. its gotten to the point where i enjoy them when they're occuring (to other people.)