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UO is honestly the easiest place like ever, all you have to look out for is the employees (especially if they’re talking on the walkie talkie). but yesterday, me and my friends made the mistake of going back to uo 2 days after lifting from pacsun. the day we went to pacsun, (take note we were driving aroundthe area and lliftin little things but for every store we lowkey got sussed at ahah) we had a feeling the workers already knew considering we all ‘tired on clothes’ but all the workers are way too chill and dont really care. but when we went to uo we got super sussed out and we heard the cashier talking on the walkie and had said “WE HAVE ALL BLACK ON THE FLOOR” and most of us are pretty fucking gay so most of us were wearing black... we dropped all of our stuff and tried to leave but one of the workers had suggested we try on the clothes we havent dropped yet, we all said no thanks. but this bitch lead us in anyways. so moral of the story, ALWAYS TAKE BREAKS FROM MALLS YOU LIFT FROM!!!!! also make sure you can be in the smallest group possible. workers are TOLD to lookout for teenage friend groups lmaoo. im gonna make another post about the stores i lift from and give tips but please everybody stay safe i dont want anything bad happening to any of the lifters here, these people on tumblr are like the sweetest ever. anyways happy lifting baes <3

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This part of long distance is really fucking lame.

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Today was a good day...

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Oh, To Be Young

I don’t know why I started off with that sentence. Maybe it’s because I can no longer justify being in the teen books section at B&N, or order off of the kid's menu at one of those fancy food chains even though, "Sir, I understand I'm no longer 10, but I also just really want a grilled cheese sandwich." Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because I’m turning 25 in 12 days.

Yeah. Let’s go with that one.

For the first time in my adult life, I don’t fear becoming older, I mean, it’s inevitable right? (Looking at you there, Peter Pan)No, I’m embracing it! 24 was a blast, I made new friends, reconnected with old…..friends (and queue cheesy ass grin associated with cute ass boy) started a great new position (although it’s a stepping stone) and I think I’m even closer to really getting to know myself and finding out what it is I really want out of life. That’s great, right?

I hope so. I mean it’s my life, dear reader, so someone’s got to take charge. It might as well be me.

So why am I here, babbling on this wonderful site and talking about things only I care about? How will blogging help me take charge of my life?

Well, in all actuality, there’s a good chance that it won’t, but I’m not starting this blog in order to take charge of my life, I’m using it like a challenge almost. To document the things going on in my life as they happen, everything from the mundane to the extraordinary. I want to look back and remember. I want to life, cry, ponder, and do all the other things reminiscing does to you except I’ll have it all in one place. There won’t be any exaggerations, or half-truths, skewing my memory to make something more interesting or hurt less. It’ll all be real, raw, emotional, and yes, hopefully a bit funny because I’d like to think that I can get even a random stranger on the internet to crack a smile or two.

The Challenge: To write on this blog every single day starting September 9th, 2014 up until September 9th, 2015.

To some, this is probably the easiest challenge in the world, but for those of you who, like me, usually give up on things, repeatedly fall into bed with that whore named Excuses, and just want that one thing, that one thing to put in their accomplishment toolbox; we are now friends. Not to ostracize all you other cool cats out there, because I’m sure we’ll be good friends too, but to those of you who get it from the beginning, you are my fellow spirit animals and from the bottom of my heart, it’s great to meet you.

Ok…that last part was weird, and super cheesy, but I decided not to delete it. I don’t want this blog to be perfect, I want honesty, and honestly, I’m a weirdo. I love it, I embrace it, and sometimes curse it, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Before this gets even more randomly long winded and off topic (Remember what I said about rambling in the beginning? Yeah, no exaggerations here, peeps.) I’m going to stop here. The next thing I’ll post before September 9th will be the manifesto that my fellow spirit animal/ bffl Megan, and I wrote up at the beginning of summer. It’s called, Alive at 25. I think that’s what I’ll name this blog. Unless of course, someone else has the name, and to that I say fuck you, dude, for making me come up with another appropriate name for my life blog.

(No, that last part will not be the name of the blog, but it may be an upcoming Panic at the Disco song!)

I’m ready, I’m excited and I can’t wait to share what my 25th year will be like, even if it is just with 26 year old me. J

Val Out

xxx

P.S - By now you've undoubtedly noticed that my blog is not titled Alive at 25. You may also notice the picture at the bottom of the page of me covered in the blood of the not so innocent blogger who stole the name which, incidentally, is completely unrelated!

P.P.S –Wait….There is no picture, you say? Shit.

P.P.P.S – Dear reader, for your own safety, please disregard any mention of blood, death, violence or any other dark themes in the above writings….It’s that time of the month.

P.P.P.P.S – Fuck you for actually believing that a justifiable reason for me to go into a homicidal rage is because I might be bleeding uncontrollably. Get off of my blog!

P.P.P.P.P.S – Don’t actually leave my blog, I was just kidding. I love you, please stay.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S – I don’t even know what’s going on here anymore, but if you’re still reading my silliness, then you’re freaking awesome. Clearly.

Val

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