So, tonight I made supper (softshell tacos), painted my toenails (with decals! Im obsessed with decals), and gave myself a facial. I did not get in the shower to shave my legs (or anything else, for that matter) like I had wanted, but I can do that tomorrow. Its not like people can see my leg hair. You're allowed to be jealous that I only need to shave my legs once a week, its okay.

I've spent the night rather confused, but not really ready to talk about it. I've been discussing it with my brother and he's rather confused as well. We shall see what pans out.

I feel fat.

So, the end of last month my brother told me that Jenelle had a gift certificate for so much off purchaes at American Eagle online, and if I wanted to get anything she'd put it on the order. I went through the site (and was shocked that their sizes go as high as they do) and picked out a few things that were on sale anyway and emailed them to Paul to give to Jenelle. The stuff is in now and I cant, for the life of me, remember what it was I got her to order. I think I have an idea, but one of the things was sold out, so I honestly have to just wait and see when I get it. I really hope that he gets it for me tonight, since he's going away for the weekend.

I messaged The Boy earlier to congradulate him on being employed and he messaged me back :( This is bad because I was on my way to bed and now I cant do that because it would be rude. At least Rin is online to keep me company now.

Its supposed to rain all goddamned weekend :(

I dont have it in me to compose anything as of late. I think its the heat. Well, that and I spend eight hours a day at work, go home and make and eat supper, and Im tired and go to bed. I can safely say that I do all my internet things at work; yesterday I didnt pick up my laptop once. After work today I not scheduled again until Tuesday, so I have the whole weekend to sit around and do nothing. Actually, I lie, I'd like to get laundry done, and maybe tidy my room up a little. I would really like to get some exercise over the weekend. Maybe a walk on the boardwalk (the other one this time). I thought we said three times a week? :P

The Boy's mother keeps telling me about his job hunting, and today that he had found summer employment. I find it weird, its as if knowing all of this is going to make me look to go back out with him. That is not going to happen right now. We did talk though, the night before my birthday, for a couple of hours and it was good. Nothing spectacular, just good. I didnt find it uncomfortable or awkward. Some days I still miss him, but I dont know if I'd be ready to "hang out" with him or anything like that. Its a weird situation.

Speaking of weird, I have yet to learn who was phoning me from a Rogers cellphone after 11pm the other night (I dont know anybody with a Rogers cellphone) OR who put my birthday announcement on the radio last Monday. Strange.

I am going to try and start taking more photos. I got a camera (albiet, not a great one) for Christmas and hardly ever use it. My problem is that Im too cheap to shell out for rechargeable batteries.

Hmm... I really dont have anything else to say at the moment. Im going to try and avoid the internet for the most part this weekend. If you want to do something and Im not available via internet, call me, I have a leash mobile now.

I dont know about you, but the idea that Israel is attacking Gaza scares me more right now than Iraq ever did. This could prove to be bad.

{Completely unrelated...}

Yesterday I posted that I wanted to see The Devil Wears Prada, and I still do, but I totally didnt realize that Pirates of the Carribbean: Dead Man's Chest is opening next weekend! Who's seeing that with me?

I really, really want to see The Devil Wears Prada. It opens this weekend.

Its so humid outside I believe I am actually going to melt. I think its roughly three hundred degrees on the main level of my house, and it might cool down by about a hundred when you come downstairs. It is actually "too hot to wear a bra" weather. I've never been so grateful that work had air conditioning before today. Im not going to be able to sleep tonight.

I had never had a surprise party thrown for me before tonight, and I honestly had no idea. Corrine did a great job of putting it together, and everybody hid it from me well (including my brother, and that surprised me). Barbeque + cake + girls gossiping = a smashing good time.

Im also very glad that Kim and I and Corrine got to talk about The Drama™ and get that out in the open. I knew that it would bother me until I got to talk to Kim about it, but I feel soo much better now that I have.

Oh! I was born at exactly 12:05am (Atlantic time), on June 26th, so adjust your clocks accordingly :)

I feel lonely and depressed. I woke up that way.

So, all in all I thought I looked pretty hot. That photo was taken after I got home (and we all know how I feel about photos about myself), so my hair and makeup were not fresh, but I held up well. It rained the entire night and I was running between my aunt's house and garage, and then making the shot to Karla's party meant that I was out in the rain quite a bit. Dont worry, there was enough hairspray in my hair to keep the curl, you just cant really tell from that angle.

So there is only really one meaningful story from the evening, I was sitting in the garage with my brother and my cousins and one of their boyfriends when I turned and looked and who and just walked in but Gucci girl and her big-lipped friend! The one with the lips was the one that punched drunk guy's girlfriend! I nearly fell out of my seat and took the first available opportunity to call Corrine and tell her my gossip. 'Twas exciting.

I cried multiple times throughout the day, even at work. I am heartbroken and crushed that I might be forced to have to work on my 25th birthday. I know I probably am coming off as a real drama queen, but keep in mind that my cousin's prom is the same night and my mother is her Godmother so is required to go to the prom. So I'd be working all day and Mom and Paul would be busy with prom stuff pretty much from the time I got home, leaving no time to celebrate my birthday. I dont want to celebrate it on another day, another day is not my birthday. As I keep saying, I am only going to have one twenty-fifth birthday and now it feels like its ruined.

I just feel so defeated, like I have nothing to look forward to anymore. I was so hyped up for Helen's grad party on Saturday, and then my birthday on Monday, and Helen's prom Monday night. Mom and Paul were supposed to take me out for lunch on Monday but now it doesnt look like that's going to happen. Combine this with the fact that all week I didnt have time to really be upset over my breakup, so I had a major breakdown the entire day because I've had this building since Sunday.

Just typing it out, Im crying all over again. Im going to bed.

Im so upset right now. They fucking changed my shift on me to 8am-5pm hours with Saturday/Sunday off. They fucking expect me to come in on my birthday! That was the only reason that I took the shift that I did, so I would be guaranteed to have my birthday off and they fucking took it away from it. When my supervisor told me I flat out said that there's no way Im coming in on my birthday because it was the only reason that I took this shift was so I'd have that day off. I'd leave now if I could Im that upset.

Shopping tonight was fun. I finally found a black shrug! It completes my CuTeSt OuTfIt EvAr (!!!~!@~~!!!) that I really think I am going to wear Saturday night. Im way excited. I think I should go and get my nails done tomorrow even though I'll be spending the evening cooking and baking. I'll be working half an hour later on Friday, plus I dont want to chance it being really busy on Friday. Yeah, I'll go tomorrow.

I think Im okay today. I was fine all through work, and then came home and got my hair done and made supper. After that, Rin and I went and got exercise (exercise hurts!) and here I am. I feel a little sad because I opened up my MSN messenger and saw him there and wanted to message him so badly, but I dont know what to say. That makes me sad. I wish I was normal.

We broke up yesterday. I think I miss talking to him already.

So, I wasnt feeling all that shit hot when I got up today, as you can very well imagine. I was feeling rather mopey and sad, and I really just wanted to stay in and eat ice cream and be depressed. I decided that I cant let myself fall into that funk. That type of thing wont get me anywhere but fat. Then I remembered that it is Susan's birthday and even though I already had a gift for her, I needed something to go with it so I decided to go and partake in some retail therapy (the next best thing to ice cream).

I really wasnt looking for anything for myself, although in the back of my head I did have the idea of buying myself a new shirt to have to wear if anything was going on for my birthday this coming weekend. I puttered around the mall for a while, trying things on and not finding anything that I really desired to spend money on. I decided to take a run out to the further Wal*Mart and poke around there, maybe find a nice bracelet or something to spiff up clothes that I already own. Well, I surprised myself and bought a (get this) tube top. Now, you're probably thinking "Fat girls shouldnt wear tube tops" and I'll be quite honest, I thought the same thing ..before I tried it on. It doesnt make me look like any more of a sausage than the halter I wore to the bar the other night, and I had Corrine's approval on that. I came home and tried it on with my skirt and I really like the outfit and figure I'll wear it Saturday night (unless Mom and Paul shake their heads). I also bought a white (white! I dont wear white!) halter top that I think looks cute on me as well.

I feel better about myself now. I still dont have ice cream, but I dont need ice cream if I am going to own a tube top.

No, the last thing that I wanted him to say "No, you need to take care of you and when you're ready we'll see what's going on then". I think this means that technically he broke up with me. Either way I obviously feel less than stellar over the whole thing. He was just so damn understanding. We left it rather open ended. I asked him if it was okay with him to leave it as a "This wasnt the right time in our lives, maybe later" type of deal and he said that he's more than willing to revisit things if I am so inclined at another point in time. Guh, Im so depressed. We're not going to cease contact, but I dont think I'll be able to be around him for a while. You would think that I'd feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, but I just want to stick my head in the sand.

Let me tell you, breaking up with someone is much easier when you hate their guts.

I dont think I could describe last night any better than what Corrine already did, so Im going to copy and paste it here for your enjoyment:

What a night last night was.

We get to hermans at like 11, and Kintyre gets on the stage, the bar is full of Cougars and old men. Fun. Theres this girl that we nickname Pumpkin and shes bustin' it. As we go to the bathroom the first time so I can get some kleenex, we watch this guy vomit in his hands, and continue to walk to the bathroom, classy. Around 12:15am, Steve MacDougall finally gets on stage and Jenna and I move closer, when we get there, theres this guy in a brown cord jacket thats WAY to into the music, quite the show it was. When Gordie gets on, these REALLY fucking drunk girls are right in front of us, dancing and pushing, and I'm ready to lose my mind, but alas I didn't, and then intermission comes.

As we are standing there waiting for intermission to be over, we are dancing and giggling, and theres these 2 guys staring at us, neither of us really look at them, but there they stand. Anyway, after 20 - 25 minutes, one of them comes over and is like whats your name? and I'm like WHY? Hes like umm I'm trying to make conversation, so I tell him, and he shakes my hand, then hes like so do you have a BF or anything? I'm like yeah - I'm engaged and I wave my bling in his face, he shakes my hand again, says its nice to meet me, and walks away. Jenna and I giggle. During the intermission theres also a VERY drunk old man around us, and accross from us theres a drunk guy dancing with a girl, but more about him soon.

When Gordie comes back, we had tried to move away from said drunk girls, who by this time were HAMMERED but they came back, one (the Gucci handbag girl) comes back and is so drunk that everytime Jenna moves away the girl begins to fall over, classy. Then drunk dancing guy comes over, and is literally on top of us, and I'm trying to push him back but it really isn't working, shit. We get used to it, and try to ignore it, towards the end of Sunburn (also the last song of the night) drunk guy drops his drink, Jenna and I whip around to see why, and theres a full on fight between Gucci Girl and Co and the drunk guy, I mean like fist fight. As drunk guys gf tries to hold him back, one of Gucci and co haul off and CRACK her, and then drunk guy hauls off and cracks gucci and co, and we were in the centre of it, we couldn't move, we had the fight behind/beside us, the stage in front where gordie was playing, and then people on the other side. I was waiting for someone to tackle us, as soon as gordie was finshed and the bouncers finally got there (about a minute later) Jenna and I got the fuck outta there, screw that shit.It was the coolest thing EVER. I can't believe the guy was just full out punching gucci and co.

All of this while we were both sober.

BFF4L!

Kim, you missed a great night.

I saw my first bar fight tonight. It was classy. I will fill you in sometime after work tomorrow in a couple of hours.

Im going to continue taking the high road and not post anything scathing and bitter, but dayum what my brother told me tonight makes me really want to. It just proves people's pettyness, and quite frankly, Im more than happy that people like that no longer want me in their company.

I have much better things to concern myself with! Like seeing Gordie Sampson perform tomorrow night, or my cousin's graduation party next Saturday, or my birthday the following Monday. Oh, and as of today, Corrine and Amanda and I taking a roadtrip to see Live on July 16th!

Eeek!

I will be very okay if this becomes the summer of concerts.

I believe I have found a yummy new recipe. I think I will try it tomorrow for supper for Mom and I.

So we had a shift bid today, my new shift is 7:00am-4:00pm with Sunday and Monday off. This makes me happy :)

I feel like shit. I dont have a cold, or the flu, I have an infection and I know it. I know that my ears and my throat are infected, and I simply do not have time to go to the ER and get anything for it. I feel restless and lethargic at the same time and I dont know what to do with myself. I know Im not getting enough sleep, but I walk around all day like a zombie and then go to bed and I cant sleep. Top that off with the constant wanting to break down and cry and Im having a wonderful couple of days.

The Boy is home and we have a date tonight. End of sentence.

Friday is Gordie Sampson, I really hope I feel better for that.

Im sick and I think its more than just being over tired. It feels like my glands are swollen on the right side of my jaw and my throat and ears are really sore. I will attempt to sleep this off tonight, but something tells me its going to take more than that.

I need to stop napping. I was awake last night until something close to 3am when I had to be out of bed by 6:30am at the latest, in order to get ready for work. Not cool.

But, while I was tossing and turning, I realized that even though my life isnt perfect, I really like who I am ...and Im happy.

Not only can I now make my own icons for MSN and LiveJournal... I can make animated ones. Eat that bitches!

So, we (Paul, Mom, and I) are kind of uppity. This isnt really news to those who are in the know, and really, I dont mean uppity as in we think we're better than anyone, we just prefer the finer things at times. Eating out for example. If we're going to be bothered to drive half an hour to a restaurant, it is not going to be fast food. No, if we are going to drive half an hour to get to a restaurant, its going to be somewhere nice, somewhere where we will get waited on, and where there isnt a $1.39 value menu. Maybe uppity isnt the proper word, maybe prissy fits better. Yeah, prissy. You can see where I get it.

Anyway, last night I was woken up from my nap at7:45pm and told to get ready, that we were going in to Boston Pizza. I have a love/hate relationship with Boston Pizza. The desserts are to die for, the appetizers are worth going out of your way for, but the rest of the food is overpriced and not anything to write home about. Top that off with slow service, and we dont really have a winner. Its a bad relationship, but like a sucker you keep coming back for more. So, last night, we go and Paul and I decided we wanted an appetizer, but not nachos, something different. I picked pizza bread topped with cheese, and then we all ordered pasta as our meals. Mom and I only got half orders of pasta, which I highly recommend doing as their pasta dishes are two full meals in themselves.

So we're sitting and waiting for our meals and getting crankier with every fifteen minute interval that passes. I swear we were waiting something like forty minutes when I start complaining, quietly, but loud enough so that the waitresses clearing the booth next to us could hear us. Not five minutes later our poor waitress comes over and apologizes for the wait, that she had just gone in and checked on our appetizer for the second time and that it would be out shortly. About ten minutes later she came back and told us that our appetizer was almost ready and we'd be getting it free. Paul and Mom were mortified, and I really dont know why. Sure I was sort of mouthing off, but it wasnt loud, nor directed at anyone. It wasnt even our waitress who was cleaning off the booth next to us.

When she finally brought us out our appetizer, she brought our dinners out with it. That was actually good, as that meant they wouldnt just be sitting in the kitchen getting cold and drying out. The food was actually really good. The half order of pasta was just enough, and I wasnt overstuffed when I was finished. And because we felt bad because of the appetizer thing, especially because it wasnt the waitress' fault the kitchen frigged up, we tipped her well. Moral of the story, its not okay to let those things slide.

So, I finally have over one thousand mp3s on my system. :D

Also, besides being obsessed with the Joel Plaskett Emergency, I am also getting rather obsessed with Pilate, and Panic! At The Disco. I always feel like a whole person when I have new music.

If we're going to see Gordie Sampson next weekend, I'll have to get out his cds and start listening to those again refresh his songs in my head.

I believe its a sign of a great night when you're still feeling the effects of the alcohol you stopped drinking six hours previously, on your way to work the next day.

Both bands were fantastic and I would enthusiastically see them both again.

I got to meet Lori who is friends with a ton of people that I know, and she is a very cool person.

I was waiting in the washroom for one or both of the girls when two strange girls started raving about my top and how they loved it. They said something about it being the it thing in California, and they were going to go to the mall today and buy themselves the same shirts. That was my weird moment of the night.

I think it was a rule or something for the waitresses to all have microbraids in their hair, only they had to be fuzzy on top.

We realized why girls dress like whores to go to the bar do so for a reason other than to hook up, its much cooler. I dont care about being chubby, Im wearing a friggin halter top the next time I go out like that. There was a girl there much larger than I, who I saw wearing a tube top, this frees me up to wear whatever I want.

I also spent a good portion of my time down by the stage with a girl I graduated highschool with. She's one of those people that I got along with in school, and enjoy running into when I do. I think the last time I saw her was Pub Crawl last year.

My mouth is still sore from drinking sour drinks.

Did I mention that the bands were friggin amazing?

Bedtime, but I will say this: Joel Plaskett is the finest male specimen that I have seen in a long time and I think Im in love.

Gordie fucking Sampson next Friday!

You know you're getting old when you need to take a nap before going out drinking, eh Corrine?

Now its time to get all whored up to get my drunk on. :D


PS Crisis averted! My father found the part of my tart burner that must have fallen in the garbage. Now that I have all my things, Im okay :)

So, where to begin.. *deep breath* Well Friday night when I came home from seeing what was going on down the road, I picked up the phone to call someone, I cant remember who, and my uncle Bobby was on the line already and asked to speak to my father. While my father is talking to him it is learned that they are not in Halifax, but in fact are down the road at my grandparent's house. Ack! We are only half prepared for them, so we scramble around throwing the house together. My brother had to be contacted to leave work and get home, and I had to call Corrine to ask to borrow her air mattress, and make sure that I could stay over starting a night early. Then the clan arrives. We had my uncle Bobby, his wife Mable, their daughters Chrissy and Cheri, as well as Cheri's husband Chris and two children Ethan and Emily-Ann, as well as Chrissy's son Jacob. The first night I didnt get to spend a whole lot of time with them because I still had to get my stuff to Corrine's and then sleep for work in the morning.

Saturday I got up and showered and went to work. After work I stopped to see Corrine at the library and headed to do some shopping. I had not gotten a new pair of jeans since Christmas and felt I was in desperate need of jeans. First I went to Reitman's and poked about there. I didnt find any jeans that interested me, but I did find a gorgeous skirt on the sale rack that not only was $9.99 (marked down from $40), but was a normal size (not a plus size, big thighs remember?), AND looked awesome on me when I tried it on. Score one for team Jenna. So then I headed across the road to Penningtons and tried on a couple of pairs of jeans. I found two that I liked but only wanted to spend money for one, so I picked one pair that I thought were $59.99, but ended up only being $39.99 AND I got 10% off at the register, so I saved even more. Plus I think they look good on me.

That night Mom had planned on having ham and salads for supper, but the clan was invited to my grandparent's for lobster (we were not, I am not even going to bother to get into THAT backstory) so it was just the four of us and Corrine. She was the entertainment for the evening.

Sunday I had booked off of work so while Corrine and Steve were at church I cooked pasta for her to drop to her mother's friend (death in the family) and went with them to take her nephew to a birthday party at McDonald's. I bought myself a happy meal toy :) Anyway, after that I went home for the afternoon/evening. Mom was having a pork roast for supper, and then we just sat around and hung out for the evening. Considering I havent seen my cousins in nineteen years, we get along really well. Throughout the course of conversation I was finding out that I had things in common with those girls that I dont have in common with anyone else. That made me very content. I sort of wished that I could have spent more time with them, but I plan on going up to visit them sometime within the next two years, so that could very well happen.

I had to work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday so I couldnt spend time at home during the day. Monday night my uncle bought pizza for all of us, and Tuesday we had a barbeque with more ribs, steak, sausages, balogna, and hotdogs (plus potatoes and salads) than the twelve of us could possibly eat in one meal. I think Corrine took Steve home a platter of food. It was soo good though. Im not used to eating big meals like that every day. Last night Corrine cooked dinner at her house for her and I (Steve ate leftovers) which was really good. After that we roamed around the mall trying on clothes and then went to Canadian Tire and talked cars with a guy who knew about as much as we did but pretended to know more. And she bought a grater, but not the red one.

After I got back I went home for a little while to spend time with the clan before they left. Paul was doing Cheri's hair. He coloured it a really dark brown all over and then gave her a few red panels and did it ever look nice. It came out really well and everyone loved it. I also got to have a shot of Sour Puss with Bobby and Cheri, and I had an apple cider cooler that one of the girls offered me. Then I had to head back up the road to go to bed.

They left this morning, so that meant I could have my bedroom and bathroom back. As much as I enjoyed living at Corrine's, its nice to be home where all of my things are. I am still upset that part of my good tart burner is missing from my bathroom, but I'll give it a couple of days to turn up before I get really upset. It was the metal one that my brother brought back from Toronto five years ago that was rather expensive, so Im allowed to be miffed regardless of my parents brushing it off. But other than that, the whole week was a pleasant experience. Well, except for starting my period and being in so much pain I had to go to Millie for pills at work because Tylenol wasnt doing anything for me.

On a another note, my brother not only passed his course, he did really well on the two parts that we had to drive up for. Which is actually a story I never actually told. So that morning (May 29th) we left for Port Hawksbury about 9am, and arrived a little after 11am. We actually got there just when they were serving lunch, so it was timed perfectly. They had a better spread put on for the dozen people that were there, than Paul's instructor had put on for the two and a half dozen people who wrote his first time. He and I were quite impressed. So, there was only six girls from that class and then him there, and he was kind of segregated from the other girls for the exam. This was probably because he wasnt doing the same things as they were, he was only doing his two parts and then we could leave. Being segregated was probably for the best anyway, the judicators pretty much left him alone until he was finished and they had to pick through what he had done to mark him.

We left there about half past two in the afternoon and drove straight through to the Mic Mac Mall. We arrived at the mall about quarter to six and went straight to Old Navy. We probably spent an hour in there, and I came out with two tshirts, a zip-up hoodie, and a pair of flip flops for me and another one for Corrine. Then we went to GAP where I bought two sleevless shirts and a halter top and a couple of lip gloss. We went for supper after that to East Side Mario's because it was in the mall and were back in the car for home about half past eight. We stopped once for gas, and then at the Big Stop because Paul was hungry, and rolled into the driveway at 1:20am. It wasnt a bad drive at all either way and I would do it again in a heartbeat, only I'd leave at like 8am to get to the mall about 1pm, and head home around 6pm maybe.

Im totally going to be a clothes whore this summer. It started with flip flops, it has moved on to other clothes. I figure if I can pick up one or two items every pay I'll be set. Im not looking to spend a lot of money (the tshirt I bought today only cost me $15), but Im in need of some dressier tops, and you can never get enough new jeans.

Again something I forgot, I bought my phone. I bought the pink Motorolla Razr V3c that I mentioned earlier and I love it. I've already downloaded two games (Pac Man and Bejewled) and one ringtone (Check On It by Beyonce, and its polyphonic at that). I will be happy once I get pictures of everyone that I can associate with my phonebook entries, that makes me giddy. And they gave me the easiest phone number to remember too.

My handbag that I ordered came in too, and its prettier than the photos I saw of it :D

But I think I've covered everything, its really time for bed. Tomorrow is Rock Ranger and Joel Plaskett at Smooth Herman's. It will mark the firs time that Corrine and I will be drunk together since we started hanging out again last summer. *insert evil grin here*

Im home. My laundry is done, and my bed is put back together. I had a fantastic week, that I will try and discuss in full tomorrow later.

Im going to a bar Friday. Im dressing up and going to a bar on Friday. :D

My new purse came in, and its lovely, everybody says so :)

Moving along, I had a really good sleep last night, better than I've had in a while. This, being on the go constantly, is wearing me out. But, Im not complaining, I like staying at Corrine's and I've adjusted to home not being "home" for this week. Last night we had cake!

This could be good or bad, I've been so busy that I havent picked up my laptop since Sunday.

I loved this article. It is about people who are choosing to stay single until later in life, if not their whole lives. Very well written.

I loved this article. It is about people who are choosing to stay single until later in life, if not their whole lives. Very well written.

Its weird, you know, being away from home. When I go home, there are other people living in my space. I dont feel comfortable going into my bedroom to get things, like shoes, that I didnt pack in my rush to put everything together while I was packing. I went home yesterday afternoon and the company was gone out visiting, my brother was working, my father was on the couch laying down, and my mother was in the bed. I had to curl up on the loveseat because I couldnt lay down on my bed. Its a very strange feeling. That, and not once has my mother called me since I've been living at Corrine's. Im beginning to feel unloved.

Granted, though, I do enjoy being out of the house.

I needed new jeans. I had not gotten new jeans since Christmas (omg long time) so I decided to go shopping today after work. I went to Reitman's, where I couldnt find any jeans, but I did find the cutest skirt that not only looked great on me, but was marked down to $9.99! Obviously I bought it. Then I went over to Pennington's to look at their jeans and I found a pair I liked and when I was getting the girl to ring it in for me, she gave me a ticket to scratch and I won 10% off of my purchase! Go me, I was thrilled. The jeans are cute, Im not a huge fan of the bedazzled back pockets, but they'll just accentuate my ass.

I believe it is set that we're going to see Joel Plaskett at Herman's on Friday. This makes me happy.

Now bed.

You know you live in a small town when to guys jumping off of a cliff into the Atlantic (at the bottom of my road to boot!) is the most exciting thing to happen in your life in a while.

Oh, and my uncle and family that were coming tomorrow from British Columbia? They showed up tonight. This means that Im now currently living at Corrine's with an internet connection again :D