Let's Get Drunk and Forget Ourselves

The past few days have been interesting, to say the least. I don't even know where to begin and just when I'm in a certain comfort zone, someone comes along and decides to jostle it around just a bit. Really it's just throwing me for a loop and just leaving me blind-sided. Hopefully I'll make it back onto my feet.

Last night was just about the most fun I've had in awhile this summer. I decided to trek to Lincoln to see the Eagle*Seagull concert and meet up with others from the DN. I was rather stoked because it was a 19+ show, which meant the lovely minor herself was able to join the barage of DNers that frequent the bars every week. It was nice to hang out with these guys again, and also settling in the factor that I do indeed miss them when I'm at home and making me wish I was in Lincoln. "Why don't you" inquired one Andrew Moseman regarding my current living arrangements and how I wished I lived in Lincoln. Well Mr. Moseman despite the fact that my job and home currently reside in Papillion, I would love to move to Lincoln I'll just pack up my stuff now. Back to the concert, it was awesome and kind of sucked that I was informed after the bar closed that I could have had a drink if I just would have asked, well more like demanded. I should take more advantage of that. Eagle*Seagull was pretty sweet and the band that played after them, The Heavenly States, were "hot" as Jeremy put it. Thinking back to last night and going on 2 1/2 hours of sleep, I'd say it was all pretty much worth it.

Monday's my birthday and I don't have any real plans, how sad is that? Everyone keeps asking me what I'm going to do for my birthday and I tell them what I wish I was doing as if it's already planned. The tradition in my family is we go out to dinner for the specific person's birthday. Sadly, that tradition seems to become forgotten when my birthday rolls around, my theory is because it's in the middle of the summer, but I'm sure there's another logical explaination. What normally happens is everyone is busy on my actual birthday so promises of going on another day turn into just a day of shopping with my mom where the majority of the stuff she buys me becomes "my birthday present." I know it means I'm getting what I want, but I like opeing up presents. I like surprises, I like getting gifts. Hopefully this year will be different *crosses fingers*.

My goal for this blog is to try not to make it a oh well I did this today and boo I feel crappy because kind of blog. I've read other people's blogs and theirs are more of thoughts of the day type stuff. Oh well, I guess I'll just write what comes to me. Meh.

Give Up The Thing You Love

You know that moment where you decide to get back into shape and after a few weeks of running everyday and weighing yourself you see no results? Yeah, thanks to society's great notion of wanting instant results I'm frustrated. I mean yes, I love running, I heart it forever. But when it comes to getting into shape I have no patience with results. Give me to the end of summer and we'll see if I'm still in this mind frame, I can't even blame it on my mom's cooking because we eat pretty healthy in my house. I'll just keep telling myself that I'm building the muscle first and then I'll be tone.....that'll be like every second basically.

On another note, this is now my one of many official posts where I say FUCK YOU, you whining emo! Yeah that's right I said it. I don't care anymore. I'm not making anymore efforts, have fun when you leave and if our paths cross someday I'll still smile and say hi at the least. Where do people think they get off? Whiny emo pricks do not deserve nice friends like me where all we want is for everyone to be happy. Fuck that shit because all it's done is piss me off and make me want to care, which I shouldn't. But dammit I still do. Shit! Just go away already so I can live my life the way I should live it. I guess we weren't meant to be friends and all you saw me as was someone to use, someone to take advantage of and someone for me to waste my tears on, once again.

Now that I got that off my chest. I went to a jewelry party tonight and honestly have not seen such expensive jewelry. The cheapest were the toe rings and they weren't much to brag about. Apparently it's because they have the highest quality sterling silver, fuck that shit, I'm poor and have $79.00 in my bank account I will not buy a plain bracelet for close to 50 dollars. I only got a toe ring that I was willing to pay 20 bucks for. This better be one damn nice toe ring. Leave me some love.