ANOTHER JOURNAL ENTRY | Katie Huntley

It dawned on me tonight that I have no life. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I am home, alone, on a Friday night or... yeah, there is no "or". I have no life. So I sit here, glass of wine in hand, and have tried something fairly new. I went to Hobby Lobby last night and loaded up on all kinds of scrap-booking paper, Mod Podge and wooden foundations for my soon-to-be amazingly decoupaged projects.  This one turned out pretty cool, I think. I have no idea what I'm going to do with a decoupaged picture of myself, but whatever. It was a practice run. :) I still have no life, but at least I know how to entertain myself for a few hours without getting into some sort of mischief.

One day, I woke up and I was bombarded by the realization that I am in the middle of my twenties. I don't know when the hell that happened, but apparently it has. I have thus been forced to start practicing this word that has been thrown around by other, older, people for years: responsibility . Word on the street is, once you hit your mid-twenties, it's basically expected of you that you need to start your quest to becoming a contributing and useful member of society. I suppose this transition is to happen sometime shortly after the end of one's college years (please note: this timeline can vary vastly, since I still not sure if I want to finish college). Regardless, it seems that at some point, one should put away the dorm beer posters and put up art deco from Target, and stop including mid-day naps into one's daily schedule (granted, this can be tragic at times). So, I guess I'm sort of there... or maybe I'm working on it. I have a job and a place to ...