Maybe it's the midnight talking...

After a spectacular party followed by a classic bonfire, I found myself restlessly falling asleep this morning at about six a.m., only to be woken by a Big Dave phone call at 10 a.m. I love my parents, sometimes if only for the sole reason that I know they love me.
I was up at 10; I've been up since 10. And here I am in an empty house at 12:30 watching Cheaper by the Dozen. Why? Mostly to see how Hilary Duff looked before she had to hide the track marks and vomit stains. Sad, truly sad. And by sad I mean gross.
I'm house-sitting for my sister which explains my sudden access to le internet. It's a little disconcerting to be in this big house alone after living in a fairly small house anything but alone. I'm not going to lie, I have a pair of scissors at my side constantly. Ya know...for...protection. From what you ask? Shut-up, that's what!
I really had fun last night. Another night to add to the memory bank. I may be crap when it comes to smart financial investments, but when it comes to "future smile" investments - I'm a regular (enter name of successful investor here).
I'm going to miss all of this. The life I've found myself in now. I know that I'm going on to something greater than I can understand, and I am so excited to be able to finally make a step like this. I just can't help but feel like there's something I've missed. Something that I need to take care of before I leave.
What is it...find out on our next episode! (Guesses are encouraged)