Meet me at the well.....

My silly, youthful urges are surfacing once again in my life. Lately I have been writing a lot, singing, dreaming. As the song goes, "Every time I close my eyes, I see my name in shining lights." I'm having these insane ideas again that I want to be famous. Why? I really thought I had moved past that. Realized that I lacked the potential needed to make it big time and accepted that I could affect people on a local level. Obviously not.

I even quit smoking. Like, I threw away an entire pack of cigarettes (almost full) in hopes of saving my voice.

Where is this coming from? It's poor timing.

Anyways, here's a life update. I am currently living at my best friends future husbands house. Confusing? I am working somewhere between 40-55 hours a week at McDonald's (I worked a 15 hour shift just yesterday). My phone = a goner. But here in an hour or so, I will be taking care of that and getting a new one. I am buying a car next week. I am going to this dealership called Donald's, and I'll be making payments on it for awhile. I am trying to find somewhere close to "home" to live, but I cannot afford to live on my own and I cannot seem to find anyone who wants to live with me. I started dating a new guy. His name is Nate. He is wonderful, mature, and sweet. He is going into the Navy.

So, there's a quick update, for those who read this (aka Samantha).

"A different city every night, oh yes I swear, the world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire."