I just got home from Mexico tonight (I'm on the right). I had an amazing time. Adventures were had, people were met, money was spent.
My mom was put in the hospital a few days after I left home. I went to visit her as soon as my flight got back. Life hits you like a ton of bricks if you turn your back for one second. She's so much sicker then when I left. I'm glad I got a break for a week but I feel terrible I left my family.
The worst is when you can't do anything to make it better.
I went to Mardi Gay and my friend Nate performed! (The one on the left.) I didn't get to stay for his set though because my friend Mandy (on the right) got too drunk and I had to get a cab for us so she could go home and sleep. Then I went to a kegger and got to see a bunch of friends I didn't expect to, which ruled. Then we went to another party but it was all bros and hoes so I went back to my friend Yeshuas house.
I was so pooped today. The daycare was nuts! A lot of kids threw tantrums and this one little girl keeps telling me to shut up. I really do love working there but it's days like today's that reminds me, I never want one of my own haha Anyway so I went to bed at like eight because I was so tired and then I fucking woke up at midnight. -_-
So I cleaned my room, messed with my make up, ate chocolate... I plan to spend the rest of my night picking my zits and thinking about how tired I will be tomorrow morning when I wake up for my tattoo appointment.
Just got back from seeing Fun.! It was really.... FUN. Get it?! Ahhhh...
Anyways, this is the 2nd time I've seen them. It was nice the first time because the show was in a smaller room and more personal. Don't get me wrong, I love watching a band grow and getting the attention they deserve, BUT MAN were there alot of college bitties there. Really tall ones who gave me dirty looks when I danced. And even though I am bitching, of course when they come back in a couple of months I will go again because I love them. So rant over.
Why the fuck do girls say that shit? Why would you want to be hated? Oh well, people don't make sense.
This is the type of booth I will probably delete tomorrow. The kind I think I should take even though I've been drinking. Drunk photos are hardly ever attractive.
Looks like I will be finishing tonight off by listening to Transit and wishing this head ache would go away.
