Today is my 21st birthday

It was a calm day, but a good day.
I'm the first out of my crew of friends to turn 21, so I figured I'll do all the crazy things next year when everyone else turns 21. Makes the most sense.

My day:
-Wake up early ish to the rain
-Watch a movie
-Have tea
-Shower and get presentable
-Goodwill shopping!
-Chilled
-Check facebook which totaled up to 51 "happy birthday" notifications
-Recieved a total of 4 "happy birthday" phone calls (including one coming all the way from Germany!) and 5 "happy birthday" text messages
(-Realized how old fashioned I am when it comes to technology)
-Go out to dinner with Katie Wagner and Kelly Strange and do what all 21-year-olds do best

Today was a perfect birthday for me.
Nothing lame.
Nothing crazy.
It was just right, like Goldilocks, ya know?

Of Course This Happens to Me

Last night, I got stung by a bee while I was toasting a bagel.

I know this chain of events doesn't seem to make any sense at all, so let me explain the possibility of these shenanigans....

Picture this:
I'm sleeping over at my friend's house, in my ugly gushy clothes, and about to start 500 Days of Summer with her, when we get a craving for a toasted bagel. While she plays games on her phone, I go to the kitchen to toast us a bagel. I get two luscious bagels and plop them into the toaster and stand by, waiting patiently for this deliciously satisfying movie munchie.
Out of nowhere, on the ball of my right foot close to my toes (still on the tough skin) I feel a gradual pinpointed zing. I automatically think it's a splinter I may have slid my foot over because, though crazy, it seems like the only reasonable explanation. Right?
WRONG.
The reason it is unreasonable is because (1) The kitchen floor is in fact not made out of any wooden material at all and (2) I did not move my foot from its planted spot on the floor.
Naturally, it was now time to lift my foot from the floor and examine where this unreasonable pain is coming from.* As I'm frantically staring at my foot finding where the burning is coming fr---ah. found it---I notice a fluttering thing on the floor. It's small.
My thoughts shoot over to my worst fear: It's a spider. A Black Widow? Brown Recluse? Oh dear Lord baby Jesus. I am going to die. I'm going to die in the ambulance on the way over to the hospital.
Wait this fluttering thing is, well, fluttering. Is that a bee? IT'S A BEE!**
I need to get to Katie's room to tell her! Her parents are sleeping so I can't scream in the kitchen!
I try to walk, but of course I can't walk. I start hobbling, but my right foot now has a pulse. I'm now bounding/hopping to Katie's room on my left foot, but the floor boards are really loud, so I have to now control my hops so that I get distance but still can't be so loud as to wake her rents up.
I'm now taking large quiet sliding hops on my left foot (not as easy as it sounds), exclaiming one of my favorite four letter words every time I land.
Then I'm yelling for Katie to help me because "I just got stung by a bee"***. Of course this doesn't make sense to her either so I repeat myself when she asks what's going on. She proceeds to get tweezers while I'm sitting on her bathtub cursing the life of this Devil Bee. She flew in (picture her wearing a red cape. She wasn't actually wearing one but I pictured her with one so now I ask you to do the same) with her tweezers and then a sliver of INSTANT relief was my next step. It was then followed by baking soda (which helps if you didn't know) and then fuzzy socks (which helps more). She literally saved my life.
Scariest, and the longest, five minutes of my life.

I've never been stung by a bee before. I made sure to avoid their existence in my childhood. Of course the first time I ever get stung by a Devil Bee isn't while I'm laying on a freshly cut field of grass, or having a picnic on a patch of daisies (NO NO), but is when I'm twenty years old, and toasting a bagel.

*Writer's note: the panic is slowly coming to a boil..... at a simmer perhaps?



**Panic is eminent.



***The quoted text is said approximately 3 times in two seconds.

Thanksgiving.

Worst start to the day ever yesterday.

I already hate the holidays enough as it is, and yesterday afternoon's disaster did NOT help at all:

I'm getting ready to go hang out at the Severson's for a few hours before they feast. I did my usual routine--wake up slow, take a fast shower, and listen to toe-tapping tunes while I get presentable for the public eye. It's now noon and I'm walking down the stairs to feed my dog and peace out. Something odd stops me at the base of the stairs. It's a glistening puddle on the wood floor that's lining the stairs.

I immediately assume it's a puddle from my dog, until I noticed that this was no ordinary puddle. The glistening substance had stretched all the way to the bathroom, seeping into the laundry room, and trailing down the hallway. Now, I know that my dog can have a small bladder from time to time, but it's not THAT small...

Evaluating the situation before me, I realize that this substance is in fact coming from the downstairs bathroom. I tiptoed to the scene of the crime and BAM!--I'm hit with a wall of a putrid sick nasty stench that is getting more and more concentrated the closer I inch to the bathroom. By then, I'm using every four letter word known to the Webster Dictionary (not very lady-like, I know, but you would have had the same reaction if you were alone and had a shortage of towels) and slowly gliding into insanity. To make things worse (true story) the glistening substance was not just water. No no. It was DOOKY SEWAGE WATER that overflowed from the toilet while I was using the shower. So the bathroom floor was covered in chunks of Lord knows what, while the rest of the stanky water extended to the hallway and laundry room.

While I'm collecting every towel and rag I can use to soak up the water, I phone up Joann to tell her I'm probably going to be a little late because of this problem-house. I explain the damage to her while opening up every window in the house to rid the stench, starting with the one in the bathroom. It gets worse (true story). The shower curtains are closed over the tub, blocking my way to the high window, but to my I-can't-take-this-anymore-surprise THE TUB IS FILLED WITH FIVE INCHES OF CHUNKY DIRTY DOOKY WATER! I would have had a sailor's reaction if I was not on the phone that moment. Of course I still yelled at the nasty-not-niceness though.

Next, I called up my dad, to inform him of this stupid broken house that I wish was haunted instead, for some help even though he was eight hours away. Since we only had a few towels, he suggested I get a pair of gloves and wring out the excess dooky water in the sink so I could clean up the rest of the water before it seeped into the wood floors. Okay look. I'm a tough girl, but I'm not Butch! No way in the seven layers of Hell and Outer Darkness combind was I going to get anywhere near this schinanigans! I got the dooky water all cleaned up just fine doing the towel shuffle thank you very much. The sewage water also came through the wall connecting the bathroom and the garage, and trailed all the way to the garage doors.

Luckily, he ended up getting in touch with a blessEd son of god who was willing to come over and assess the situation thoroughly. Not to mention this blessEd son of god brought his amazing daughter with him, who brought me a diet coke and delicious cookies!

Conclusion: There's a backup in the main line from the sewar pipes to the downstairs pipes, which is why the dirty liquid attacked the downstairs while I showered upstairs. I now cannot use any bit of water sourse in this house until my dad gets back on monday. Looks like I get to house-hop again just for the weekend, woo!

Good news: I had a blast spending Thanksgiving at my love Katie's place with her fam!

This day started out really sucky, but ended in a way that I wouldn't have changed one bit.

Learning New Songs

Finally!
I've been playing the same songs over and over again, losing my flair of wanting to play the piano anymore. Now I've got some new stuff I can learn which is exciting!

BY THE WAY: I've officially demoted Disneyland to the second happiest place on earth now.

Oh yeah, I'm kind of going to church again.

Knock On Wood

I had a good day yesterday,
which was sunday,
which doesn't happen too often for me,
because it was sunday (redundant I know),
with all its unwanted feelings (that were actually bearable this go round),
and the stress of picking an outfit that I have to care about (for once),
and three fraking hours (which I dominated. +5 pts),
yet I had a good time getting my jesus on (whilst rocking my purple hairs).

Today is already amazing. Employment is coming up soon for me (praise jesus).

I think I shall make some swiss chocolate bite-sized cupcakes (which are my latest favorite).

I Have Brown Eyes & Brown Hair*

I wish I had blue eyes. Just about all of the boys of my dad's side of le family have big blue eyes, so why can't I? I got stuck the fetching brown (or are they hazel? I don't know and I don't feel like staring into a mirror for ten minutes trying to check if I do) eyed gene. Girls that have dark hair and beautiful blue (or green) eyes are more attractive. I'd settle for green, but I really wish I had blue eyes.





*with a flair of assorted colors every now and then

Happy Thoughts

I don't want to be here or there. I want to be elsewhere if that makes sense. I want to just drop everything and leave California to go on an adventure somewhere for how ever many months I feel like. It sounds like fun, and I'm told this is the age where I should do stuff like this before I get married and make the babies. So why not?--Oh yeah! I'm dirt poor. Money's a bitch when you don't have any. I don't care how conservative of a person you are, because I know you agree with that statement. It's especially hard to go on that adventure when there isn't much in that bank account.

Just gotta put one foot in front of the other, take deep breaths, talk to my few best friends to keep me from losing my mind, go on adventures with ones I love, think of my two brothers every day, and I will get through each day holding onto these happy thoughts :)

I Found A Reason - Car Power

(latest song I've been obsessed with)

What's the rush?

I can pin this title on three things in my life, but I'm only covering one.

What's the rush on holidays?! Why do I have to know what my plans for thanksgiving and christmas are when october isn't even over yet? I'm seeing christmas decorations in stores right now, when it's not even Halloween. I'm betting all the change in my car that six years from now, stores are going to be selling Halloween decorations in june, christmas junk in july, and valentine's day schinanigans in november!

One holiday at a time people.

What is this world coming to?!

I'm peeved on two counts---

ONE: Picture this tragedy. Some random citizen drove around my cul-de-sac and spotted my car (Hercules). Noticing its ...interesting condition of sorts (which I refer to it as character) he decides he wants to fix it for a price. He approaches my dad and I and tells us about the damage done to my car. Of course I know the damage done to my car, I WAS THERE WHEN IT HAPPENED. Fool. It gets worse: the bandaid I use on the side to make Hercules's hood feel better (it has a slight lift of a couple inches at the center, but the hooky thing in the front still works) was apparently not necessary any more because the citizen BROKE IT! No, it was not simply un-stuck. It is now TORN. He is mindlessly stripping my beautiful car of all the character I've aquired these past two years! I can't stand it. I'm locked in my room and can still hear the horror. It sounds like he's taking a sledge hammer to the hood, and then using a shotgun to seal the deal! I'm weeping inside.

TWO: I love rain. It puts me in a happy place. I love getting drenched walking to my car. I love using my bubble umbrella in it as well. What I do not love about the current weather is that it seems to be sprinkling profusly. You think it would rain soon because there's usually some sprinkles before the shower of mother nature. Nope! This weather hates me, but not as much as I loathe it entirely. The reason for my loathing is because these stupid clouds that are leaking sprinkles on me is irritating. I hate the way the sprinkles feel on my armhairs. It's one of the top feelings I hate most because it's just a plain UNCOMFORTABLY AWKWARD FEELING! I mean sure, I could just shave my arms, but then the hair will grow back dreadfully darker and that's just a process I refuse to cope with.

Sucks to be me right now!

Weddings? I LOVE weddings!

Drinks all around!

I don't mind living the life of Katherine Hiegl's character on 27 Dresses. Planning weddings are epic amounts of fun. Finding the perfect location, colors, clothing items, food, ceremony set up, and cake is an adventure I don't mind going on. It's exciting! I'm thinking this feeling may be subject to change as the big day approaches and I will soon be filled with large amounts of stress, but until then....
I love this


.Two down, 25 more to go.
(so I didn't plan my roommate's wedding, but hey, I got my first bridesmaid dress and my first married friend!)

p.s. I found out how to fancify my blog all on my own thank you very MUCH

Before I die........

I'm in a list mood, but hey, I need to document this list somewhere!

1. Purchase a bonsai

2. Watch the extended versions of all three lord of the rings in one day

3. Go to the hills of lights

4. Get a beverage from starbucks right when it opens - SUCCESS

5. Meet kate winslet, merril streep, johnny depp, sandra bullock, hans zimmer, and tim burton

6. Get one last tattoo, it has to have color

7. Fall in love (cheesey, I know)

8. Have a picnic on a hill in ireland

9. Go to a cafe in england

10. Own a VW bus

11. Get kissed under the mistletoe

12. Play on a beach while it's snowing

13. Learn how to scream

14. See the channel island of Sark

15.

Life Changing Movies

***So I have the list in my head, but just in case I'm involved in some terrible accident that results in memory loss, I want to have some place I can refer to about my list of life-changing movies that is always in progress. ....unless part of my memory loss includes the fact that I have a blog that I still don't know how to decorate and that the only connection this has to the world is the link I put on facebook. THEN [worst case scenario] what if I forget I even have a facebook?! Hopefully my friends aren't involved in a memory loss accident so they can help me remember all of this for me.....

{I'm making this list in the same fashion as my Laws of Life}

Anyways......... in no particular order, here are my life-changing movies:

1. Freedom Writers (questionable)

1. V for Vendetta

2. The Last Samurai

3. Avatar

4. Red Cliff

5. Inception

6. Public Enemies

7. Little Miss Sunshine

8.

Woah

Life's certainly been spicey.
Really good things happened.
Really not-good things happened.
Epic things.
Scary things.
Things I might regret later but don't regret right now.
The Usual!

So I've decided that it sucks hard core when bad things happen. Sucks to be me sometimes, but I have to experience Bad to know what Good feels like.
I have to know what Alone, Loneliness, Melancholy, Crying, and Anger feel like in order to know what Hope, Complete, Twitterpated, and Loved are.

I've also never experienced so much doubt and discouragement in one day.


p.s. I still don't understand blogging world. How the frak do people make theirs look so fancy?!

Throwing In The Towel

Making my own happy ending now.

I Am Not A Robot - Marina and the Diamonds

I'm on a roll.

Two whole posts in the same month since february?! Yes.

Of course I couldn't find something to do right now, so I read my first blogs from february and I noticed I have ten posts for just that month, and only one for the rest of the months until right now!
I've got this idea about my 'laws of life' blog. Once I feel complete about the list I've made, I'll make a blog-a-day about how I came around to learning each rule. I figure it will give me something to write about instead of my spaztic thought process that doesn't make sense to most people.
It has come to my attention that the only info I've leaked about my whereabouts is wayy back in february. the word february looks like it's spelled wrong. who decided to put that awkward R in it? Not the obvious R; the awkward one.

Well here's the not-too-often update about me:
I had to drop my amazing theatre makeup class after midterm.
I didn't want to, but you know how life is.
I haven't had a job for a really long time, but luckily the camps that I'm working at start later this month!
Freaking haven't had a steady income in almost two months.
I did something really crazy two sundays ago.
yup.
BUT I went to the full three hours of church this past sunday with rachael.
For those of you who kind of know me, this hasn't happened in lord knows how long.
I REALLY love my mom a lot, but that's not news.
She had the most beautiful talk with me and rachael. you know those parts in movies where someone says something brilliant and cheesey and the camera always pans over to that one person who's dabbing their eyes with a tissue and says, "that was so beautiful"? WELL we were just covering our faces and burrying our heads in pillows yelling, "oh my gosh that's so beautiful!"
And I really hate money.
If I didn't need it, life would be even more amazing.

"Of course life's a bitch. If it were a slut, it'd be easy."
-latest favorite quote

"i've gotten so much braver, can you tell?
i'm happy.
can't you see i'm alright?
but i miss you------
...where have you been all these years?
how could you just disappear?
and when did you stop,
missing me?"
-latest favorite lyric (brandi carlile: happy)

Half-way dead!

the year is halfway dead now!
and i'm halfway closer to the big TWO ONE (21 years of age).
i've been trying new and exciting things since the last blog. almost life-changing...

ANYWAYS

life has been really great recently, so i'm milking it for all it's worth since it hasn't lasted this long before something bad happens. i have the best friends anyone could ever ask for. they are my Pieces of Happy. i feel like i can sleep good for the first time in a long time because they are THAT amazing.

i'm really bad at this blog stuff. i don't know if i'm supposed to have a theme to everything, or a point? i can't write about my personal details to my life as much as i'd really like to because i've heard too many horror stories about how the info gets discovered by the wrong people.

I feel sloppy not capitalizing the beginning of my sentences.

Glowsticks make me really happy.

These past few months I have decided that judgemental people can just go die a slow and painful death. I had a talk with someone I respect the most, and she concluded that it's worse to gossip/spread rumors/openly JUDGE people, than to just have a glass of wine every now and then.
I completely agree! The wine is just something for you and only you.
But really people? You're lives are so boring and monotonous you just have to talk about someone else's life and draw your own conclusions from barely half of the truth that you know?
All this judgemental stuff effects [(affects?) ..I haven't been in school for a really long time] more than just you and your apparently rising social status. It's someone's LIFE that you are discussing and you don't even know the whole story because you don't have the decency to just back off and give those that are hurting some space until they are ready to come to terms.

I think I found something to talk about now.

Freedom! --for the most part

You know how there's always something that you picture yourself telling the person that makes you feel the most sad/angry/upset/broken hearted/etc..? It's the kind of thing in an alternate universe, or perfect world, where you would have no fear of saying to them. You'd speak your piece to them, verbally slapping them in the face (which feels fantastic), and then you walk away.
In most of the movies i've watched there is that pivotal moment where the leading role speaks up and says enough. But it's always quick, edited, and shortened, for timing purposes and keeping the movie fast paced so as to not lose the attention that audiences seem to lack the span for nowadays. Then usually after that glorious moment, there is a happy ending. The end.

----WAKE UP!----

(rule)

THIS IS REAL LIFE. Unscripted. Not directed. No 8 minute monologues. No rehearsal. No retakes.

It's not as easy as it seems. Of course it looks epic in your head, but REALLY think about it: The opposition isn't going down without a fight, so they are going to have something to argue back with you. They may be listening but they are not going to hear you.
.......and by the way, you only get one shot at saying the right thing (sorry!). Unfortunately, this is something that you are going to replay in your head as you lay in bed at night - while undergoing reoccurring flashbacks of the incident- wondering why it didn't go the way you pictured it.
BUT (you're welcome)*

----UNLESS----
(exception)

You have an out-of-body experience where you pretty much shock yourself with the words that are shooting out of your mouth like those intense machine guns you see in all those epic war movies that make you wish you were a part of the action. You end up saying the things you cry to your friends about. You say the things that you swore on your own life you would never EVER tell that person. Things that make you feel like you're signing your own death warrant, complete with a grand bonus of embarrassment.
BUT (yeah)*



*(good news!)Speaking up for yourself to your opposition/fear gets easier with practice, i promise. It's seriously not hard at all. Start with small things like something a friend said that bothered you. Then work your way up to the big issues that involve stuff like long-term resentment.

Once you conquer these things, you'll want to run/skip/sprint/prance/gallop (clothing optional) through fields of tall grass because you feel so liberated. Speaking up may not solve the issues at hand, but you will sleep better at night knowing you said what you've been dying to say. You will be able to rest your head on your pillow, feeling free of your own thoughts that kept you up until those early hours of the morning
:)

haha

i don't know how to delete posts.
this was blank, but now i'm filling it with words so there won't be this awkward post that doesn't say anything.

Marchingness

It's march.

My Perfect Umbrella

Today I found my perfect umbrella!

I found it a few days ago when venturing around an umbrella section in a store. Of course I'm freaking out that I found only two clear plastic bubble masterpieces left among the rest of the normal umbrellas. I've been waiting to find one forEVER.

The first time I saw this clear bubble umbrella was in high school. The gal that had it said she ordered it online. I'm sketched out at ordering things online, so I gave up on my little dream to have the perfect clear plastic bubble umbrella---UNTIL NOW!

So once I deposit my check, I am driving with determination to my location and getting my beautiful clear plastic bubble umbrella! AH!

My Laws of Life

I'm starting up a list of rules that I have learned throughout my life. These aren't your average rules of living, but I'm not an average person. Once the list feels complete to me, I'll make more blogs as to why these rules are even existing.

MY LAWS OF LIFE:

1. don't eat red Jelly Belly jelly beans.

2. never ever never ever EVER never wear spaghetti strap shirts in public.

3. roll up your windows before you leave your car at night.

4. lock your car door upon entering vehicle.

5. don't use your shoes that are on your feet to distract a rabid dog.

6. beware the fast talkers.

7. check the expiration date on the milk before you drink it.

8. eat a couple bits of cereal before you pour your milk.

9. exhale through your mouth when jogging outside.

10. do NOT go on facebook if you can't sleep after one in the morning.

11. beware the smooth talkers (these are different than fast talkers).

12. check your refrigerator for milk before having a bowl of cereal.

13. don't drink hot chocolate with oriental food.

14. don't follow the instructions in how much salt to put into cookies.

15. leave a sock in each shoe before you leave your shoes by the designated shoe area.

16. it's never too early for chocolate

17. wear shoes in kitchens

18. don't apply baking soda a second time

19. online dating.... just don't try it, okay?

20. don't be ashamed (what? a serious law? crazy, i know)

The Day is Over!

BEST DATES EVER = eden and kristin.

We got all dolled up and walked around oceanside in heals. Not our best idea, but as some saying goes, "beauty is pain." I'LL SURE SAY! It was good to feel cute for a night even though I felt scandalous with what i was wearing, but i have it on good authority that i didn't look like a scanty slut. We counted 5 different incidents of getting hit on this evening. kristin was the spiciest looking one for sure ;) seeing as the guys could NOT keep their eyes off her!

There's a lot I could complain about with all this valentine's day nonsense, but i'm sure it's not something that hasn't been heard before. And I simply just don't feel like explaining! I'd rather get enough sleep for work then type a novel as to why Vday is a ridiculous holiday emphasising relationships that most people don't have.

Question & Date

What defines a good blog? I ran across a random person's blog and there were people commenting on it saying how good it was. What makes a blog good?

The 14th is coming up and I haven't talked to anyone who is excited about this "loving" holiday. Well I don't talk to many people anymore, so I GUESS that could be considered a factor in this situation, but it depends on the reader and how much they know about me.
This is either a really exciting holiday for people, or a really depressing one, or a ridiculous one that people with a good sense of humor like to mock. I'm spending it with someone very special. Two people actually! It's the three of us and we're going on an almost-date. We've got this day planned out, full of epic adventures, and I'm sure it's going to be unforgettable ;)

Perhaps I'll talk about it more later......... *dun dun DUUUUN*

Rain

who ever said that rainy days means no fun, can just go and get pooped on by a camel. they don't know what they're talking about because RAINY DAYS ARE RIGHTEOUS.

it's the best when it starts pouring like a shower head because you get to run around and see how fast you can get drenched, and then are dripping wet when you get inside, and then take a hot shower and get gushy clothes on!
*hot chocolate recommended

to top off the awesomeness with playing in the pouring rain, it's most excellent when you have a 50ft plastic paint tarp to slide down a hill with ;) especially when you have your clothes on.
*just remember to take your shoes off.
**keeping socks on are optional, unless you don't like the feeling of squishy feet.

Unbalanced

I am surrounded by some of the strongest females I know. They are the world to me and they are my go-to's for everything. They are my shoulder to cry on, objective thinkers when I'm out of control, listeners when i need to talk, and hugs all around.

BUT (yes, the infamous BUT) in comparison to men, the woman in my life, by far, outnumber them. i truly have no strong foundation of a male to stand on. if anyone is reading this, do NOT disillusion yourself into thinking "oh she's just whining about the fact that she doesn't have a significant other" because you would be sickly wrong. it's the fact that i don't have a strong adult male influence to lean on, to compare someone to, to depend on, to be here with me.

i'm unbalanced. my chi is not centered. the female presence greatly outweighs the male presence in my life and i am just now, physically, realizing this. i mean sure, i've always known this, but my body is now physically comprehending this sad truth.

i'm tired.

Journals.

i know it's good to write in them, but what if nothing i have to say is positive? using a journal strictly for venting is almost sad, because when your future generations look in them when you're six feet under, you're going to appear to them as a super sad person.

but venting does need to happen, whether talking to a friend or writing it down. if not, all the thoughts bouncing around inside you will build up more anxiety, negativity, and nasty-not-niceness until you explode with emotions you didn't think you needed to express and you thought you could control, when in all actuality you can't control it.

if we could control everything we felt, we wouldn't be human, now would we?

BAM.

Class!

i'm enrolled in a stage make up class that meets fridays for about five hours and I LOVE IT!

today we learned the basics of shading, broken noses, blush, and lips!

lips was my favorite. i feel like Larry the cucumber, because i love my lips. we painted/drew/did 4 different kinds of lips on ourselves. they started with the normal shape of our lips with a fake shine (very ninja-like), then i had Cruella DeVil lips with hard core gloss, then my favorite was huge lips that when onto our faces that had to be three different blended colors (i chose green->yellow->white). it looked pretty freakin sweet. why do the normal reds and pinks when all these righteous colors are being offered?! eden's was blue and really neat. then we drew Winifred lips.

i'm taking pictures of all my completed projects! lots of fun. friends are being made too!

Flogging Molly

My latest craze about an artist has shifted to Flogging Molly.

--wipe the golden tear from your mother deearrrrr, and raise what's left of the flaaag for me--

---'cause we find ourselves in the same old mess, singin drunken lullabies---

it'd be neat to get a simplified tattoo of one of their songs, but since i'm not irish, nor do i have any possible irish ties to anyone, i think it'd be a little strange.

Here It Goes!

So this is my first post... OBvisouly. I don't know my way around on this website very well.

Anyways! I've got the most amazing few friends to lean on during hard times. They are my pieces of Happy.

Movies are my favorite getaway. I build forts when I'm upset. Cheetos only taste good after 10pm. I hate coke unless it's after midnight.

The end.