I forgot to write about my BLINK concert!! Well, my friends and I have a tendency to complicate even the simplest of plans, and as per usual we screwed up our own simple plans.  Congregate, drive, tailgate, ROCKOUT at concert, go home.  Nononono. That would just be too easy.  Apparently concert security was tight so we decided to pregame before hand at ho’s.  Nbd, right?  Wrong.  The girls and I got a little too rowdy with our alcohol before the show and ended up not remembering most of it.  Poor Marissa, the biggest shitshow of the group didn’t even make it to the concert, got sick, and was picked up from PNC by her parents.  #shakemyhead. hehehe. Even though most of the night was a blur, I still had a killer time and remembered them playing alwayssss.  So I am happy. 

Idk, for me, Blink is just one of those EXTREMELY rare bands where I enjoy allll of their songs.  I feel like they can be silly and serious and somehow sentimental all at the same time.  It’s hard for me to explain, but they just seem able to put certain thoughts and ideas in words along to music in the most perfect way without getting too corny and sappy.  BLAHBLAHBLAH I LOVE BLINK. the end. good bye.

Also, I read Twelve by Nick McDonell.  Just another small something to cross of my summer to-do list.  I really enjoyed it, but I’m not sure if I would necessarily recommend it.  It was an easy read but really intense and fast-paced.  ”In my humble opinion,” (hahahaha WHO CARES?!) 3 stars. =)

How can you hate someone with every fiber in your being and crave their presence in the same moment??  I don’t understand how it is possible to want to punch - literally punch, hit, kick, curse - someone and want to be with them and hug them at the same time.  Schizophrenia??  Possibly.  

For the record.  I have two mysterious, matching bruises on both arms (that have striking resemblances to thumb prints).  They’re currently serving as reminders to lay off the booze - blackouts and sickness should no longer constitute a good time.  (Hehe .. who am I kidding).  To match that I have developed a busted, purple, fat lip from a certain pierced idiot.  Coincidence?? Questionable. 

It’s sad because for the first time in my life, I have someone who is not only willing, but WANTS to take me out on dates to the city, and pay for my lunch, and come chill at my HOUSE (the drama) while I am studying.  And the sad thing is, I want nothing to do with him.  He’s one of my best friends and I sincerely appreciate his effort (even though, long story short I believe he doesn’t truly like me anyway), but I am not interested in anyone besides hewhomustnotbenamed, aka royal pain in my ass.  At this point, I believe (and am concerned that) fucking mark wahlberg could go back in time to his twenties, travel back to the present, ask me out, and I would probably not be interested.  [That may be extreme (and false), but I think you get where I am going.]  

JOKES. SCREW ALL BOYS. #SINGLEGIRLSWAG. (Actual proof of schizophrenic behavior.  Now I am concerned). 

Rambling vent over.