dear future cat/dog/turtle/rabbit,
your name will be slightly. end of story.
love, can someone please explain why am I obsessed with this??

dear body,
I love mac & cheese, milk & oreos, string cheese, ice cream, gogurts, grilled cheese, milkshakes, alfredo sauce and cereal wayyy too much...
love, I'm BEGGING you please don't be lactose intolerant!!

dear bako,
um you're hot. not in a good-lookin way.
sincerely, it's 103 out today. what did I come back to?

dear monday night,
after 120 days, I get to see my boy again.
love, ... come sooner ... please?


dear sunburnt shins and hips,
what?
sincerely, um... this is weird. and awkward looking.


dear Provo,
I miss you. and this is strange.
love, well, okay, maybe I just miss my friendlies.

psh. forget Miley Cyrus.

I am the best of both music worlds.

well, relatively speaking, I guess. and I'm sort of biased too, maybe.

my parents seem to have veeeeeery different musical tastes. but that's the best part of being the oldest. I get to listen to all their music {the good and the bad} aaaaaaaaall the time as a child. now I've grown to love some of that same stuff.

for example.

Dad:

• Elton John
• Steely Dan
• Fleetwood Mac
• Billy Joel
• Earth Wind & Fire
• and after {literally!} years of practice, I can tell the difference between Journey, Foreigner, The Eagles, Styx, Genesis, Boston, Chicago and Kansas. I can name at least one song by each of them. probly more even.*

*maybe that's not super impressive to anyone else, but when you're young and there are like a MILLION bands that seem to sound similar, are ALL one word names {half of which are cities}, it was a challenging thing!!

Mom:

• The Beegees
• Wham! {and/or George Michael on his own}
• Jon Secada & other latin hotties
• Hall & Oates
• ABBA
• Sting
• Celine Dion
• any other greatness that came from the 80s and every song found on the VH1 Top 100 Songs of the 1980s {I should know, I asked my mom when I was watching it}

• a candle
• waterproof matches
• water bottles
• space blanket
• a bar of soap
• socks
• a fork
• a compass
• a pocketknife
• a tupperware bowl

I forgot that I hate hate hate blogging when I haven't done it in a loooooooooooooong while. so today I'm writing letters to my great vacation memories.


dear San Fran,
you are gorgeous. I love your hilly streets and the closeness of everything great to our hotel and your ocean breeze and your crazycool {cool as in cold, but also as in awesome} summertime weather that lets me where scarves, sweaters and sunglasses when I visit.


my dear Giants,
stop losing to the Marines when we come to see you, and then SWEEPING Satan's team the Dodgers the rest of that weekend.

...but secretly, keep slaughtering the Dodgers. :)

dear Alcatraz,
you were incredibly creepy but still super cool. I appreciate you more than you know.

dearest LA Garment District-
you smell bad. but I sincerely appreciate your excess of sunglasses and purses that I truly don't need but love to buy.

dear Halloween,
please come faster. much awesomeness will ensue.

dearest darlingest wedding reception cupcakes,
you were deelish and beautiful. which is a rare occasion for a cupcake. I will adore you the rest of my days.


dear I15-from-California-to-Utah,
I have and always will hate you. forever. you are the worst drive known to man.

Happy 2010!! 


It's really odd to think about the beginning of last decade, 2000, with everyone freaking out about Y2K & exploding technology & stuff. Also I was 9. Weeeeeeeird.

But now my birthday is in 6 days. 6 more days of being a teenager. Well, I've technically been an adult for 2 years, but I'll be out of my "teens" anyways.

Except I went to the dermatologist the other day, & she said that people normally don't grow out of acne till they're 25! I canNOT wait another 5 years to get rid of this stuff. Not that it's horrific, just obnoxious. I'm so ready to be 25 now.

So my New Years Eve. Was weird to say the least. I spent the majority of the day with Sam, my last ex from high school. He had texted me right as I was driving out of Bako after Thanksgiving, asking if I wanted to hang out. Bad timing fo sho. But I said we'd do something over Christmas... So we did. Yesterday we went out to breakfast at Bagels & Blenders, saw that new movie Avatar, & hung out at his friend Javi's New Years Eve party.

I was seriously concerned about the whole event, but it actually turned out really well. It was odd at first, seeing him again after what? like a year and a half, but he looked exactly the same {good or bad, take it how you want}. It was hard to find things to talk about, but after a few minutes talking came easy again. It was good to chat with him, & see how he's doing, but I could tell that he's really lonely. He said, and I quote {or at least, sort of word for word}, "I don't really do much during the week & on weekends I go down to Castaic. It's pretty boring." I don't understand how you can be bored in college! That seems like an oxymoron to me. But staying in Bako after high school is a hard thing to do, especially if you're not in to the whole drugs & alcohol scene. He doesn't have a whole lot of friends either. Not good ones anyways. And he even said that, not me. His friends have always been flaky, & I think he's just now starting to see that. But he's a little too passive to do anything about it slash find any new friends. Not that there are very many to be found in Bako. You either hang out with people from high school {yuck} or find new friends that went to other high schools in Bako & are still living here {mostly druggies & drunks}{double yuck}. Most of the people that stay in Bakersfield have a problem. I think most of them are just homebodies though. Which is sad.

Bagels was splendid as usual. And Avatar was actually really good! I was surprised, because I initially had NO intention of even going to see this movie, the blue people/sci-fi/environmentalist junk kind of turned me off to it, but Sam insisted that I see it. He'd already seen it before, but it was that good he wanted to see it again. Or maybe he just went to force me to go. Either way, it was a good flick. I would recommend it to anyone. The theater we went to is the newest one in town, really clean & classy & huge! And the chairs reclined! Totally brill & wonderful for napping &/or movie watching. Not so wonderful for friendly chats 45 minutes before the movie started because we got there waaaaay too early. But we managed.

But at the New Years Party, the only reason I went was because Sam invited me. And I had absolutely nothing to do for New Years. 

I hate parties.

When I got there, they were playing Strip Poker {mmm goodyyyy...} & one girl I didn't know was down to her shirt {no bra, mind you} & undies. It ended shortly after that, thank goodness, but that girl seemed like kind of a slut anyways. Yes I'm judging, what else was I sposed to do?! My friend Jen Whitty was there too, & I hadn't seen her all break, so it was good to see her, even if she was borderline drunk.

Sam's stepbrothers were there too. I had a pleasant chat with the younger one as we both couldn't get cell service in the house & had to go outside to text. It was actually pretty funny. But while everyone else was drinking, playing beer pong or Twister, smoking weed {thank you California...}, hooking up with other people, I would sit on the couch. Most of the time Sam joined me. It was really nice not to be alone in that awful awkward situation. I hope he felt the same way. But I didn't want to go home because there were a bunch of grownups playing games at my house. As much as my mom said I was welcome to stay home with them for New Years, I would have felt even more out of place there.

With about 30 minutes to midnight, my friends Kjrstin & Theresa showed up from another party. KJ is a crazy party fiend, so I knew I wouldn't see much of her for the rest of the night, but Theresa is very much a non-partier like me so it was good to have her too. But she's really good at ignoring the fact that there's alcohol people are drunk, I'm not. She's around it more at Fresno State though I guess. So she was hanging out with the drunkies a lot more. By 11:45, we had a good group from high school, KJ, Theresa, me, Jennifer, Sara, Javi, Sam, Sam's stepbrother, & Sam's friend Vinny, that weren't too wasted {except Vinny was totally gone, we just talked to him because he was hilarious} & we had a good chat. The countdown itself was full of expletives & crudeness... Whatever, the whole party was. At midnight, more expletives were shouted & the make-outs began. I think Vinny made out with every girl at the party within 5 minutes after midnight, minus Theresa & I. I thought I saw him kissing some dude too.  Theresa & I just kept nervously laughing at everything. The mystery slut girl, the one who was bra-less in poker, was like beyond drunk. She tried to kiss Sam's very underaged stepbrother at one point & everyone at the party suddenly freaked out & stopped her. That was probably my favorite part of the night. But the weirdest part was at midnight, Sam & I both looked at each other from across the kitchen. If there hadn't been crazy make-outs going on between us, I'm pretty sure he would have kissed me. And I might have kissed him back. Because, I'm sorry, everyone wants a New Years' kiss. I've had two boyfriends, and one, uh, Winter break hookup, and I've never had a New Years' kiss. But I told myself, before we even went on our, uh, date? that day to the movie, that I would not, under any circumstances, kiss him. I just don't need that kind of drama in my life, and neither does he. He doesn't need to be dreaming about a girl going to school 500 miles away while he's bored out of his mind in Bako. Because I know he will. And it will suck for both of us.

I left about 20 minutes after midnight. I hugged all my friends goodbye & walked out the back door. When I got out there, I saw Sam had gone through the front door to answer a call & was standing near my car. By the time I got to my car, he had finished his call {ehhhh tricky tricky tricky...}. He hugged me again, but lingered this time in like a half-hug, just looking down at my face. Pretty sure he wanted to kiss me then too. {And if I seem a little overconfident about all these potential kissing situations, I'm not. I dated the dude for nine months, I think I'm allowed to know some of these things.} He said we should hang out again before I left, but if he didn't see me again, he wished me good luck at school. I said I'd see what I was doing over the next two days and maybe give him a call. But in all honesty, Brayden's getting baptized on Saturday, I still have to pack & clean my house for our extended family, & see about 40 other friends before I leave. Although it was nice to see him again and I knew I probly should give him a call, it just wasn't going to happen.

... But he left his jacket in my truck. Plan to force me to see him again? I think so.

Merry {belated} Christmas everyone!!
Yeah, sorry. There was no way I was posting on Christmas Eve/Day.

But I did have some really crazy dreams the past two nights.

Two nights ago {Christmas Eve}: Yes, I had my first Twilight Dream. So this dream took place somewhere in the middle of Breaking Dawn {sort of}. It was like, post-Bella & Edward's wedding, but pre-pregnant Bella. For the first part of the dream, I was Bella {eeew...}. And Edward had left again. Like for real, he filed for divorce and just peaced out. I remember feeling so empty inside and hating the world and feeling literally depressed. Then I guess I decided that being a divorced & depressed Bella was boring, because then I switched to this other girl, maybe myself. And there was this really hot military/football playing vampire named.... erm... I actually don't know his name. It was a name like Carliste, but it was like Malcolm or Jefferson or something weird like that. He had curly blonde hair, super tan, and prolly like 6'3" or 6'4". Yum. Anyway we started hitting it off really well, so I started following him and the rest of the vamps around meadows and forests and stuff. The only really vivid thing I remember about that dream was the hot guy. :)

Last night {Christmas Day}: So in this dream, I was preggo- And I HATE preggo dreams. I'm always really huge and really uncomfortable and I really didn't want to be preggo in the first place. But in this dream, I kind of looked like Juno. And then, I was like this Oregonian environmentalist/vegan crazy {sorry for any of you Oregonians or treehuggers, that's just not my style} and I decided that I wouldn't bathe for the nine months I was preggers for. Erm..... eww!! And then, on top of the not bathing part, I decided that I was going to live in a mud pit. Sicko! So then, the time came for me to have the baby, I went to this super ghetto looking shack of a hospital {fear #1}, I had to have a C-Section {fear #2}, my grandma was going to perform the operation!! {fear #um... 45? that one was just weird}. Not that I don't love my grandma desperately, but she CANNOT , under any circumstances, operate on me! On top of that, the whole reason I had to have a C-section was because my, erm, lady parts, had been safety-pinned shut! Yes. It just went there.
Part two. I was on this reality t.v. show sort of thing. With *NSYNC. *sigh* If only.... Five girls were each paired up with a member of *NSYNC, except Justin had been replaced by some other weirdo because he was {prolly} too busy bringing sexy back or guest hosting SNL. But of course, I was paired up with Chris, the boring and fat one. Bleh. So anyway, I don't know how the show actually worked, but there were dance challenges mainly, but also singing competitions, and catwalk contests {?!?!?!?}. The guys competed against one another, and the girls were competing against the other girls. Joey was totally losing, but definitely having the most fun, and Lance was really really femme, but dominated the catwalk {kind of hilariously though}. And JC was just taking everything waaaaaay too seriously and was always really hardcore. Chris was, erm, boring. I lost in like the third round, but they kept me on the show because Chris needed a partner.... ??

Interpretations? Ha. Be my guest.

Two good updates:
1) I FINALLY got in to my Dance 380 class! So now I've got exactly enough credits to keep my scholarship, none of my classes conflict, 20 hours of work a week, and I'm just IN a dance class. Go team.
2) I'm going to see Sherlock Holmes in an hour and a half with my fam. WOO. HOO. So excited. My baby sister {by baby I mean 15 years old...} is also developed a similar love-interest with Jude Law lately since we watched The Holiday a few days ago, so that should be fun to bond over.

>Having a job has led to a lot of things in my life. Good and bad.
1) I'm more productive on a daily basis. Maybe not productive in ways are beneficial to myself, but I am not bored out of my mind. Working 7+ hours a day helps a lot a lot with that.
2) I don't read or lay out as much as I used to.
3) I also don't blog every other day about absolutely nothing, which I'm sure many of you are quite happy about.
4) When I DO get days off (aka- TODAY), I'm more productive too. For example, today I plan to tidy my room, go to the mall, work on my grandpa's 70th birthday/family reunion slideshow, and help my mom start our dual citizenship applications.


No new song of the day, sorry Charlie. I'm still stuck on The Script. :) I think it's true love.
But I do have a new discovery! I started watching the webshow Dorm Life and it is one of the funniest things I've ever seen!! It's like The Office, but in some ways funnier, and it takes place on the 5th floor of a college dorm building. Maybe I like it so much because I can relate to it a little more, even though, for the most part, none of those things even happen at BYU, but like I understand certain awkward situations and people and such. Like super-peppy people that absolutely no one can stand, but then they randomly end up hooking up with the most random people. Or girls fighting because one of them was talking to another hot guy that the first one was in love with. Or crazy RAs that just happen look like Aaron haha... Or falling for someone and then finding out later that their roommate was the one that liked you in the first place. Or finding Mystery Hot Girls/Men and trying to figure out where they live/their name/if they're single.
All of which happened to me in college. If you're wondering who or what situation I'm referring to, you're welcome to ask. But that doesn't mean I'll answer. ... Unless you're C. But if you are, you should already know the answers to these.

Funny stuff though. Check it out at dorm-life.com
Peace out.

So working technically started last Friday, but we actually started working on site on Monday. It's basically just me and Nichole Henderson. And our boss Rick Smoot. And when he's not there, his picture beautifully drawn by Nichole in Sharpie on a styrofoam plate watches over us. Oh, and the afternoonies that come in and help with lunch/teacher afternoon snack, Rick's son-in-law and daughter/other employee.
We work for Too Fat Sandwiches catering at Sequoia Middle School for their teacher inservices and training days.
Rundown of my seven-hour work day:
Breakfast.
1) Put bagels and muffins/doughnuts and danishes on to pretty plastic trays and set them out.
2) Get out packets of butter, cream cheese, and jelly for the bagels.
3) Set out bowls of apples and bananas
4) Fill a bowl with ice and put in a zillion yogurts.
5) Find the utensils box and put forks, knives, and napkins into wicker baskets at the end of the tables
6) Put the individual-sized cereal boxes into a large bowl.
7) Fill a bowl with ice and throw in a gallon of milk.
8) Take frozen juice boxes out of the freezer, put them in a foil pan, and pray they turn into juice not slushies by the time the teachers come.
9) Rick puts out the toasters some time during all this.
10) Get out creamers, sugar, tea bags, and stir sticks for the coffee and tea.
11) Take plastic wrap off the scones and melon. Oh yeah, put out the tin of scones and bowl of melon.
12) Fill up a bus tub with ice and throw in some water bottles so the picky teacher folks can have their cold water. Psh whatever.
13) Double check that everything is out. Today we forgot the juices and some crazy was severely upset.
14) Breathe.
15) Fetch the bus tubs from the classrooms from the day before. (more to come about those...)
Then the teachers come. Usually from 7:20 to 8:00am. We restock everything several times. Especially doughnuts, yogurts, milk gallons, utensils, bagels, and juices. Teachers eat much yogurts. And that part SUCKS.
Some time during breakfast Rick heads back to the restaurant to get ready for lunchie lunch. Then after they leave for their classes, we breathe some more. Today we had dance parties/karyoke with Nichole's iPod & iHome. That was fun. We got all the way through her playlist of a trillion songs. From Billy Joel to Billy Joel.
Then they come back in for their "morning break". Basically another chance for them to gorge themselves with crap food. And yogurts. We restock some, but not as much. Whatever's out is what they get pretty much.
And that part is only crazy because we get crazies asking what's for lunch (when sometimes we don't even know) and asking why the coffee or melon is gone. Ummmmmmm you're eating lunch in like an hour! Get over it!! Dumb-Dummyheads.
So then after the endless amount of teachers get their 2nd breakfast/"morning snack" we clear everything out. Oh, and Rick comes back with lunch. In the cafeteria, one table becomes two. One breakfast line becomes four. Inevitably, there are a gajillion doughnuts and some muffins leftover from breakfast.
Lunchie-Lunch.
1) Set out utensils. Forks, knives, spoons sometimes, napkins, and plates.
2) Set out salt and pepper and butter cups.
3) Bring out varying numbers of chaffing dishes. Monday we used 8, yesterday only 4, and today 6. And Rick told us tomorrow we're using 8 again.
4) Make salad. (BEST PART OF THE ENTIRE DAY)*
5) Separate rolls and throw them in a bowl.
6) Usually drain water from ice bowl and restock ice and water bottles. But we do that several times a day not just at lunch.
7) Fill bowls with ranch and italian dressings and various condiments. Today for the deep pit we used BBQ sauce and salsa.
8) Open freezer box with the sodas so the teachers can get to them without asking us ever 4.7 seconds.
9) Cut (often times sucky frozen) cakes/separate brownies/scoop pudding/do whatever's needed for dessert that day and put them on little dessert plates to go out front.
10) Umm... I think that's it. Breathe again. Oh! But all prep is doubled because there are now TWO tables, not just one. Suuuuuck.
* Making salad is the best part of my day. Not restocking it, but the initial preparation of it. Okay these bowls are fan.tas.tic. Like 3+ feet wide. FILLED with salad. And we mix them by hand. I feel like a kid in a sandbox with these salad bowls. Except I never liked sandboxes as a child, so maybe this is my proxy sandbox.
So lunchtime=lots more restocking. We restock salad probably 4 times, rolls about the same, utensils and plates at least twice, dressings a lot too. And we don't even deal with the main dishes. Rick & the afternoonies deal with all of that. After all the groups of teachers go through the line, Nichole and I get lunch. :) Another good part of the day. We get Monday-chicken and tri-tip , Tuesday-lasagna, Wednesday-deep pit, Thursday-enchiladas, & Friday-sandwiches. After we eat, Nichole and I start washing dishes/minimal clean up, and Rick & the afternoonies eat. Then the teachers leave and we clear everything out/clean up/wash much dishes.
Once the cafeteria is clear, we start the "afternoon snack delivery". Basically we put brownies/granola bars/rice crispies/cookies (depending on what day it is) into plastic sandwich boxes, and load up the requested amount of water bottles into the bus tubs and deliver them to the individual classes. Now remember, this stuff is delivered less than an hour after the biggest lunch/buffet they've maybe had in years. Teachers are eating machines and severely obese because of it. So we deliver the bus tubs full of goodies. Yesterday when we were delivering the rice crispies, one crazy basically snatched the plastic tin out of my hands so she could be sure to get a crispie treat, not a granola bar, because we had half granola bars & half crispie treats.
Clean-up time! Usually there's a few dishes to be done, a few counters to be wiped off, a few boxes of salad or buckets of dressing still out from lunch to be put away, a few random water bottles outs. Seriously, we never know where they come from or who's they are. They just appear.
OH! And a few doughnuts still not eaten. Let me rephrase that, a few HUNDRED doughnuts leftover from breakfast still. And they stay out aaaaaaaaaaall day, barely touched, and then get trashed at about 2pm. Sad for doughnuts huh? NO!! Not sad! If you saw or understood the amount of doughnuts we have every morning, you would probably cry. And they're not even great! They make us (me and Nichole) sick. So we are on a No-Doughnut Diet as of tomorrow. Doughnuts=Satan.

So.......
I've been listening to Kelly 95.3 (for my out-of-town friends, it's really the only semi-decent radio in town. And even then, they overplay everything. But they have good concerts sometimes, so I listen.) every day of my life for the past week or so. Ever since I heard them announce that The Script is coming to their Kelly Lounge (once again out-of-townies, these like intimate, small scale private concerts that you can only get tickets to by winning them through the radio station). But to no avail. I always listen when the lame noon girl is on or when Ryan Seacrest is DJing from LA. AKA-No ticket giveaways or even answering the phone.
BUT! This morning. I had to wake up early to take my sisters to school because I need the car this afternoon, and I heard them giving away No Doubt tickets for tomorrow night and decided to call in. Ok, just so you don't get your hopes up, I didn't win the No Doubt tickets. For some people, this would have been a much better ending if I had. But, I was still on the phone when the game ended, so I asked them if they were gonna give away any tickets to The Script this morning, and the DJ, Nikki, was like, "Yeah, do you wanna go?" Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm is that even a question?!?!?!??!?!??!
She straight up gave me four tickets to the concert next Tuesday.


:)

But that doesn't even begin to describe my happiness right now.


Jaime and Erin are for sure gonna go with me, but I have an extra ticket. So, I guess, if anyone's gonna be in town and has a burning desire to go see them with us, give me a shout out.
OH! And it's like a Double Lounge thingy, so they gave us tickets to go see Carolina Liar on June 1st too. I'm excited for that one, but not NEARLY as excited as for The Script. I'm seriously gonna go like 3 hours early so we can get front row. But seriously. Hit me up if you wanna go.

Song of the Day: Obviously by The Script. This one's called "The End Where I Begin". It's just beauuuuuuutiful. Story of my liiiiiife on SO many different levels.

UPDATE!
Here are pictures from both the Kelly Lounges over the past 2 weeks. :) Enjoy

Job Status: I have like 84.5 opportunities but nothing solid yet. I like the way my mom put it... "You have lots of jobs... out here (motions in large circular motions above and around her head), but you're not holding on to any of them yet." Nannying, babysitting for some people in the ward, Firehouse (waitress), Red Brick Pizza, Too Fat Sandwiches, etc. I just need ONE people, so someone needs to call me back (aka Firehouse.... I can't ever get past the stupid front desk hostess woman that's working everytime I try to call. I swear we are going to be worst enemies if I start working there. It's always the same conversation...
Devil lady: "Okay what's your name?" NEWSFLASH. You've answered my call 73 THOUSAND times you should know my name by know, Satan.
Me: I state my name
Devil Lady: "Okay and how do you spell that?"
Me: I calmly spell it, secretly wishing there was a way to telephonically MURDER someone.
Devil Lady: "Okay please hold"
Me: Holding for what feels like ETERNITY. Knowing she's just sitting at her little Desk of Doom laughing at me because I'm on hold while she's pretending to find the manager and tell him I'm on the phone. For the bazillionth time.
Devil Lady: "Alright well he has your number and he said he'll get back to you some time this afternoon."
I hang up. Frustrated once again.
She hangs up. Loving her diabolically manipulative life of making everyone she possibly can miserable. Or at least keeping people from being hired and becoming awesome COMPETITION. Basically she's just hiding in her own self-consciousness and preventing anyone else from threatening her and her blissfully evil life. Well move over, Sister, there's a new, much more competant and much less EVIL hostess at Firehouse. Now I just need some SHIFTS! **There is an F in there I promise.

Ummm I talk to people more? I've talked to all of my ex-roommates at least once whether on the phone or texting or facebook or facebook-chat (very different from talking on facebook). And that fact alone makes me very very happy. Those girls were my universe for the past 7 months, and I miss them terribly. I've also talked to a lot of members of the SuperDorm recently too. I've texted, um, 4 of them. Talked to 2 more on Facebook. I dearly love those boys. My love for them is kind of like a senial old grandmother's love for her grownup grandchildren. (not like I have any experience, but just go with it) She will never deny that she loves them, but can't exactly tell you why. Sometimes they're weird, or dorks, or ultrastudious and no fun to play with, or severely inappropriate, or obnoxious, or frightening, and they're mountains taller than you are and they're hugs could potentially kill you or send you to the emergency room. But that grandmother will always love them. No matter what. And that is my love for the SuperDorm.
I hope they read this.

Other than that, life is boring and full of far too much television. Seriously I am too addicted to my television screen. Lost, American Idol, Castle, Dancing with the Stars, Celebrity Apprentice, and The Amazing Race. It's baaaaad. Thankfully (but very mournfully), The Amazing Race, Celebrity Apprentice, Castle, and Lost are now over (BUT I HAVEN'T SEEN THE FINALE OF LOST SO DON'T SPOIL IT FOR ME). I'll probably have to do my next post on all of my TV shows. That will be a fun one. :) Maybe not for you, but definitely for me.

Song of the Day: "We Cry" by The Script. Actually, anything by The Script will suffice. I LOOOOOOOOVE them. And **get this** they. are. coming. to. the. next. Kelly. Lounge. on. May. 26th. BLALALALALA!!! I have to go. End of story. I will sob if I don't get tickets.