Conan.

Wow, today was nothing short of exhausting. I woke up at 7am, and in case you didn’t know, this is incredibly early for me. If it were up to me I’d sleep until at least 11:30 everyday, but unfortunately, that’s not always an option. My favorite band is All Time Low. I know, it’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ve been a fan as long as they’ve been a signed band, so I don’t care. Anywho, they were on the Conan O’Brien show tonight. (Check it out & look for me!)

Olivia, with whom I go to almost every show, and I decided it was necessary to leave at 8am since it’s in LA and we had to be there before 10. Oh, the things we do for those boys sometimes.. So, we trekked out there and discovered we would definitely be getting tickets to the show since there were only four other fans waiting.

Once we got out standby tickets, we decided to get some breakfast and coffee in our systems. We also got some shopping done and I found the shoes I need for my Halloween costume, so I feel pretty productive. After killing two hours, we returned to the studio and waited one more hour before being escorted inside.

We had pretty decent seats and also were able to see interviews with Tom Selluck and Julianne Hough which was pretty cool. Finally, what we waited all day for, All Time Low took the stage and did their thang. All in all, it was worth it. I passed out on the ride home having only had five hours of sleep the night before. Once home, I was forced to do two hours of homework, and now I am finally ready to call it a night.

I wish my stress was over the second this blog is, but unfortunately, I have a nonstop day tomorrow as well. I have to wake up an hour earlier than I usually would to do more homework, then it’s straight to a hair appointment (I know, poor me). From the salon, I’m going straight to school to take a quiz and then I have to study for a final. And then FINALLY I can pack for Vegas and relax all weekend with my boyfriend and his parents, which totally makes all this stress worth it. I’ll let y’all know how it goes.

Goodnight!

20.

Well, I haven’t been to great at keeping up with this lil’ page here, so let me fill you in.

I am officially twenty years old. The 28th of September is my birthday, so I’ve almost been twenty for a month! I’ve almost been twenty for a month, and yet, I still said I was nineteen today. I can’t get used to it. Anywho, I had a white trash themed birthday party, and I must say it was ridiculously awesome. A lot of my friends got pretty into it and I had an amazing time. As you will see below, one of my best friends magically became impregnated and the other joined the KKK.

I’d just like to take a moment

I’d like to take a moment to say how truly grateful I am for the people in my life. I’ve been sick in bed all day, thinking about the past couple of weeks and how great they have been. I have the most amazing friends that anyone could ask for. I know, everyone says this about their friends, but it couldn’t be anymore true when it comes to mine. They are always there when I need them, regardless of how long it’s been since our last conversation. Recently, I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know a few friends a little better and I love it. I love getting to know people on a whole new level. I love having more people that I can trust and confide in. Thank you all.

I’ll keep this short

Last night, I got into an argument with a good friend. None of this would’ve happened had she been sober. She becomes so unreasonable and contradicts herself constantly. It’s impossible to win with her when she’s in this state, unless you’re also trashed and just want to act like a fool with her. I was drinking, but was nowhere near her level, so when she started reaching this level of ridiculousness, I’m not one to play along. She’s been a close friend for years, so I’ve gotten over sugarcoating things for her. We have a love/hate type of friendship. Anywho, last night I refused to play along with whatever game she was playing, which led to her getting heated and saying some rude things. At that point, I went home. There was no way I could spend the rest of my night with her. Both of our other friends who were there were also getting sick of her nonsense, but neither felt comfortable enough to say anything.

So my point is, if people don’t like you when you’re drunk, don’t drink. If you can’t have a few drinks with friends without the high school type drama creeping in, don’t drink. I understand that my friend, and others, feel uncomfortable in certain situations when they don’t have their liquid courage, but I’d much rather be the insecure girl in the corner without a drink than the hammered girl, slurring her words with throw up in her hair.