Saturday, October 31, 2009

Another Saturday and I'm Free

Hmm the venue is looking sorta small... Can't really tell from the floor plans. Hopefully they move the pool tables, otherwise Josh and I will have more awkward over the pool table hugs.
I really like my new bag and boots. Hahaha. My boots are a size 8. So weird.
You make a mess of me.
I don't like those types of boys. Sorry. And I'm done doing that. What I was before. Settling. It sounds bad. But its true. At least that's what me and the-rapist concluded.
Wonder why I hate you?
Not really. You turn me into this evil person. No jokes. You make me that psycho groupie. Stef helped me realize a few things this week when we were setting up posters. It was good. Good times.
I need sleep. Otherwise Imma be sleeping at another MT concert. Bahaha.
I've decided Nov. 14th is Mac day. I'm no longer postponing this.
I need to find my blink shirt.
I need to clean my room.
I need to do my homework.
Aren't you excited to do this the rest of your life? Yes, actually.
You learned all that at New Black? Guess I hadn't really noticed how much I learned from New Black. I hope that place survives.
Also could the whole world please just realize I'm not going into the performing arts anymore. I'd appreciate. I almost stabbed a dinner guest this week.
I need to go to the bank tomorrow, and withdrawl some monies.
I should have bought those green shoes too...
Black sneakers, white boots, black heels, black bag and a hat. Good day. Oh and floss! Floss is very important!!!

I'm so glad I got that invite. Tonight was dope. I want to hang out in coffee shops more often. Plus extra foam/frog boy was there. He loves us. I love him. He makes the best chai lattes. I've yet to find one that beats his. I should tell him this. He's the person who got me addicted to chai.
Its 1:11 am. I kid you not. Apparently I'm a lucky girl. 1.11. Hahaha...
Oh boy...
30 seconds in and then at 2:13and 3:04. MY heart died. It stopped. I kid you not.

Josh you are so adorable. I'm crying. Oh man...
I better not cry tomorrow. Hahaha...
Myspace photos or fake boyfriends? Fake boyfriends. If he would return my calls.
Oh god, it's now 1:20. I need sleep.
This five hours of sleep is not working for me. I've been awake for 19 hours. Oh man...
Sleeping. Waking. Getting ready. Building headbands. Going home. Leaving. Rocking. New Cities shirt so I don't have to try and steal Daniels. Chilling with Josh. Good day.
Love,
Everytime's the last time.

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