I am being emo

i had a shitty day today. and it just kept getting worse. i skipped my first class this morning cuz i thought class was cancelled. it was not. we had a pop quiz. i missed it and cant make it up. i got a speeding ticket heading back to a place i didnt even want to be in the first place. the speeding ticket will probably cost me somewhere in the neighborhood of 200-250 unless i can get it reduced. i got in a fight with mom about.. well about life really. and im just tired.

and now im going all emo.

im very tired. and mad at myself. it feels like every single time i start to get ahead, something happens and knocks me back down. i was just building up money when my car got towed. then i worked mass hours. i went in every single time marsh or villa called me, no matter how early or late, no matter what plans i had. anytime they need extra help i volunteer. and it is for nothing. and as mom so kindly pointed out, its my fault these things happen because i make stupid decisions. it is. i know it is. im tired of being broke all the time. im tired of being fucking stupid. im tired of other people being disappointed in me. im tired of being disappointed in myself. im tired of worrying about anything and everything all of the damn time. im worried about this damn ticket. im worried that i wont be able to get it deferred and then my dad will find out and he will yell at me, cuz thats what he does. im worried that i cant pay for it, and that i will be broke after this. not to mention im worried that ill never be able to fix my grade after missing this quiz, im worried that i wont have money to pay for next semester after i blow through this, im worried i will have to cancel my math tutor cuz now i cant pay for anything. i just worry so much, about things i cant even control. im always so.. wound up inside. and it sucks. i stopped biting my nails when i was like 13 or so. i picked that habit back up again after 6 years cuz im just so nervous and worried all the time. im just so tired. but i feel like i cant show that. i cant just be tired, cuz that worries everyone else. my mom just suggested she needed to put me in a psych ward. errrca says stuff like "oh you worry me sometimes when you say things like that" so i feel like i cant show it, cuz that makes everyone else worry. so i hide it, which i think only makes things worse. well, here it is. to everyone: i am fucking tired. i am tired of this shit we call life. i am tired of growing up, if this is what its like. i know i have to find a way to deal with everything, cuz i have no idea how i can keep on like this for the rest of my life. and then i feel bad, because i dont have a horrible life. i have a good life. but i am just so tired of being so.. worried and uptight all the time. it really breaks a person down after a while.

The most profound conversation i have ever heard

so i had a good day today. mostly due to a boy. a boy that didnt do anything in particular, he just exists. and it makes me happy. after class, he drove to class and offered to drive me to my next class so i didnt have to walk in the cold. while we were driving he said "wanna just go back to my place. we could watch tv or something." and of course i agreed. so we went back to his place and we go back to his room and start watching the maury show. and then he had the funniest conversation i have ever heard. nobody else thinks it was quite so funny, but i nearly died. maybe you just had to be there. after a bowl and a half, two bowls or so, he says "i just had a thought. i have to ask my roommate!" so he calls his roommate in and has the following conversation:


"ok so you have a midget right?"
"uh huh. midget."
"they are pretty short and stuff ya know?"
"yeah. short. uh huh."
"ok, so if you were boning a midget, would you be like stabbing her in the heart?"
"um no i dont think so. i think there is something in the way... her intestines! thats what her intestines are for."
"ohhh right."
"yeah, youd have to go around them. but id never bone a midget anyways."
"well that was my profound thought for the day."


i dunno why, but it was the most ridiculous thing i have ever heard. and then we watched tough love together... it was mostly my idea. but we watched it. and then we watched cartoons. soul mates? i think so :)

Cierra la boca!

my friend tabatha has a big mouth. she cant keep anything a secret at all. so i never tell her things. my other friends, like jayne and errrca, tell her stuff in passing that she then spreads all over the place. i found out that she had been spreading stuff that i had told jayne and errrca in secret, like telling everybody all the details. and she was being all judgemental and condescending. it pissed me off. so today, i might have mentionted to jayne how tabatha told us a really secrety secret jayne didnt want anybody at all to know about. and i might have mentioned to errrca that tabatha was spreading the details of errrcas incident around. they got mad and decided not to tell tabatha anything anymore. she is definately out of the loop. go ahead, run your mouth on me again, tabatha.

Well.. thats a deep subject

i was gonna write some big profound post. im not feelin it anymore. too bad.

:/

i am still confused about my living situation for next year. mom is finally opening up to this idea of living off campus. errrca keeps saying i should come room with her. brittany from work said if her boyfriend doesnt get into grad school here then she wanted to live with me. joel asked me to live with him again today. i dont know what to do. i dont know if i could actually ditch rebecca (even though she is gonna pretty much be jakobs roommate and not mine) without feeling like a piece of shit friend. i am full of confusion.

A letter to my friends.

Dearest friends,

i love you all, i really really do. thank you for your overwhelming concern about me. i understand that you care about me, and you worry from time to time like friends do. you are all most certainly are entitled to your own opinions and i believe you have all made your views on a certain friendship of mine quite clear. however, i would just like to point out that by this point and time, you are beating a dead horse. your constant talking behind my back and numerous snide comments are not necessary, nor are they appreciated. so, dearest friends, for now please stfu about joel.

-Love,
Kayla

:(

i am conflicted. my brain is gonna explode from thinking.

Oh snap, i went all serious on you.

ooook so before i start.. disclaimer: this is about to be a clusterfuck of all the random thoughts buzzing around in my brain. im not quite sure what all im trying to say, so this might come out quite disjointed and nonsensical. and this possibly doesnt matter to anyone, but i wish to say it. and i apologize in advance cuz i know this is gonna be really really long. sorry. so here i go.

so there is this boy. and as only my closest friends know, i am quite enamored with him. i have not told anyone else except for a few people that im pretty much hopelessly smitten because just about all my friends hate him. i have secretly pined away after this boy for about a semester now. and a few days ago he very very permanently placed me in the friend zone. he suggested we should get an apartment together, and everyone knows roommates=friend zone. ouch. my poor heart. but here is the deal. he is still my friend. it will take me a little bit to stop dreaming about things that will never ever happen, but im glad we are at least friends. to be truthful, i have always known he is quite out of my league, but a girl can hope right? my friends always ask me "why are you even friends with this guy?" well i first met him through bridge. they had classes together and they studied together. then they grew apart. me and him have the same major, so when we started classes, it was a kind of mutual "hey i know you so lets sit together." and thats how it started. and then, to be honest, he made me feel awesome. everyone knows there are distinct social levels. i have friends and am by no means in the lowest social level (id like to think i have always been fairly average) but i am not popular by any means. joel is the kind of guy that you just look at him and think "wow that guy is badass." normally, people like him do not associate with people like me. they associate with other equally glamorous and badass people. i always wondered why someone like him would want to be around someone like me. im not at all like any of his other friends. and i always secretly feared that one day he would look at me and realize "wow you are lame." but i always felt so.. good about myself i guess whenever i was with him because someone like him was hanging out with someone like me. so thats why i continued to stay around him. part of me worries that one day soon he will drop me "as soon as i outlive my usefulness" i think as i put in one of my other posts. i worry about things like that because i have horrible self-esteem, but also because my friends tell me such things all the time. they tell me he uses me. and as soon as i stop being used, he will leave. because they only look at the bad things he does. yes, he had his moments when he can be kinda jerkish, but i think all people do. but they only look at the bad things and i really wish they would stop and look at the good too. yes, he asks me to do stuff. he asked me to drive him on a drug run when his car was in the shop (which i did not). he asked me to click his attendance questions in chem. yes he asked me to write his english paper for him (which i flat out told him noo way. once he figured out i really wouldnt he let it go.) but he does stuff for me too. he has pretty much either a) done my math hw for me or b) given me his old hw to copy for all my math hw for the last semester (and will continue for this semester). whenever im like "dude im hungry buy me food," he does without question. he had offered to buy me alcohol if i ever need it and he never makes me pay for.. uh.. stuff (which i guess isnt exactly a good thing, but i realize it costs him money and its nice of him to not make me pay). and he does nice stuff for me too. there are days when he walks into class (stoned) and says "i brought you candy," just cuz he wants to share i guess. one morning of finals week i had three terrible exams, he woke up at 8 am just to wish me luck on my finals. he does stuff like that periodically that is just nice. and every once and a while he will just tell me things about himself just cuz we are friends (like about why he took a year off, which he hasnt told many people but he told me cuz im awesome like that) and it makes me happy. and it upsets me when my friends are all up in my business about him, and about the things i do. i understand that as my friends they worry about me. i get it, because i worry about my friends too when i think something is wrong. but they take it too far sometimes. i think i would have never told them the things i did if i had known they would react this way. i told them because i trusted them. but quite frankly, other than a few superrr close friends i wont tell them what i do anymore. in fact ill probably lie cuz they make such a big deal out of everything. sure, in the past year i have done stuff that i would never have seen myself doing a few years ago. and yes, alot of that is because of him. actually, it was always on my life list of things to do anyways, and one day he offered and i decided to be spontaneous for once in my life and just go for it. i feel like i dont want to miss out on things in life, ya know? and after that i guess i did it again cuz it was a good chance to just hang out with him, and get away from everything, class, life, and all that. and not gonna lie, id do it all over again. well, most of it. there was a time or two when it was not so great, but for the most part. i jokingly told him the other day "you are an absolutely terrible influence in my life." he laughed and said "probably, but this is what college is all about. somebody had to show you that." and i agree. if i dont try all this out now, when will i? never. cuz after this real life sets in. so i might as well have fun when i can. i am smart about everything i do. i have limits and i will not cross them. he tried to push me into something earlier today, but i would not overstep the limits i have set for myself. i can and will take care of myself, and i most certainly do not need an intervention as some people have suggested. i just want them to step off a little. i dont have a problem, im just having fun. and all of their badgering is not going to make me get rid of him, it just makes me mad. furthermore, even though everyone tells me what a bad influence he is, and how i need to get him out of my life, i think he has been a good influence in some ways. i really really like this boy. and i decided to make myself better so maybe he would like me back. all my new years resolutions to be better? those were for him, not for me. i falsely though that maybe if i did all these things it would hit him one day "wow she is quite lovely and i wish to date her." well, thats not gonna happen. and i understand that. its fine. there is someone out there for me, its just not him. truthfully, all the working out i have been doing, the tanning, the teeth whitening, the cute new clothes, were all for him. but now, because of the things i am doing, i feel so much better about myself. initially, i was doing everything for him, but now im doing it for me. and it feels good. im glad that he was that one thing that finally motivated me to be better. overall, im glad he has been in my life. ive gained alot of life experience dealing with him i think, and ive had a whole mess of fun with him. and no matter what my friends say, he is in my life to stay. for the time being at least.

holy crap that was long. but i feel immensely better now that i got that all out :)

What will we dream of next to paint this town red? The rules were always bent, but never broken.

[Butterflies and Airplanes-The Clarks]

i went on an adventure today. class ended early and joel was like "wanna go on an adventure with me?" and i was like "uhhhhhhh" and he was like "come onnnn." and so of course i went :p and we walked around alot cuz he was not quite sure where he was going. and then we found the apartment. i met a nice stranger. and some other stuff went down. the stranger played guitar nicely. and some girl was making oatmeal.. and then we left and walked back. and joel was funnnny lol. thats my story. its not all that adventurous i suppose. it was supposed to be but... yeah. i decided to be good today.

also, id like to say, i do have limits. i drew the line. and today i stood up for myself and did not cross it.

New favorite song :)

[Money to Blow-Birdman]

New favorite song for undisclosed reasons...

Money to Blow

I am on a 24 hour champagne diet

Spillin while i’m sippin it

Encourage you to try it

I’m probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it

The club owner supply it

Boy i’m on that fly shit

I am what everybody in my past don’t want me to be

Guess what i made it

I’m the muthaf-cking man

I just want you to see come take a look

Get a load of this n-gga

Quit frontin on me

Don’t come around and try come gas me up

I like runnin on E

I, I, I, Im on my Disney shit goofy flow

On records i’m captain hook and my new car is roofio

Damn

Where my roof just go

Im somebody that you should know

Get to shakin somethin cus thats what

Drumma produced it for

Yes i make mistakes that i don’t ever make excuses for

Like leavin girls that love me and

Constantly seducing hoes

I’m losing my thoughts i say damn

Where my roof just go?

Top slipped off like Janet at the super bowl,

I got em

they can’t help it, and I can’t blame ‘em

Since I got famous but b-tch, I got money to blow

Im gettin it in, letting these bills fall

All over your skin

Got money to blow oh oh oh oh

Richer than the richest

We certified gettin it
CM YM Cash Money business

Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store

And later get served

We smoked out with no roof on it

Them people passin so we smash on them

Ballin out we keep the cash on deck

Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V-set

Louie lens iced out with the black diamonds

Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider

No lie i’m higher than i ever been

Born rich born uptown born to win

Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz

Candy paint foreign lights with my b-tch

hustlin too big n-gga to strive me up

Cant stop me more money burn em up

When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power

Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower

I don’t have to worry because everything ours,

and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers

That kush I promise

Thats My Dude

But we don’t smoke that Reggie Bush

And I’m with two women make you take a second look

We poppin like Champagne Bottles

But We Never Shook

and We Goin Be Alright

If We Put Drake On Every Hook

Classes: Round two

I had my other 3 classes today. two were easy. i sucked balls

MGMT 243 is about to be the easiest class everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. most of my grade is just being there every class. the other part is most hw, small opinion write ups, and two easy presentation. the only downside to this class is the fact that i am only one of three white people in this class (and one guy has not been informed he is white apparently) and it sorta freaks me out lol... or reminds me of classes at marion. either one.

Math suckedddddddddddddd. my professor is pretty darn foreign. he doesnt speak english really well and he mumbles alot. his writing is mostly straight lines across the board and he says "mhhmmm" after every phrase or sentence. oh, and i tried doing my math hw... i cant do any of the problems. oh shit.

SOC 100 is hopefully gonna be easy too. basically my prof just told us stories for 75 minutes. nothing he said was really informational or helpful in any way, but the stories were interesting. not a bad way to spend a power hour.

two classes tomorrow. wee :)

Give me reason, but don't give me choice. Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.

[Same Mistake-James Blunt]

Definition:



Mistake: a wrong action attributable to bad judgment or ignorance or inattention



Is an action still a mistake if i dont regret it afterwards? What if other people consider the action to be "wrong," yet i dont? Did i still screw up? i guess i dont fully know how i feel, but i dont think i would classify it as a "mistake." maybe im just collecting life experience. maybe im just stuck in the realm of bad-decision making. maybe its all the same thing.

Mis clases.

i had 3 classes today.

ChE 205 is taught by a severely indian man. i have to get a C or better in the class this time, so he needs to speak english. this time our grade is based on more than just our final.. (the last time i took it, 50% of my grade was my final. no room for error on that, yipes). This time we have quizzes and problems and exams and such. Im hoping and praying that this stuff will be much easier the second time i see it... or im screwed.

Monday is mostly spanish.

First i went to Spanish 241. its gonna be alot of reading and analysis all in spanish. i get the joy of reading short stories, poetry, and a play in spanish. the professor seemed nice enough.. but she had an annoying accent. i cant tell you much more about that class... it was a bit blurry today. oh, excpet the syllabus was BLINDINGLY pink.

Then i had Spanish 112. that class is gonna be easy peasy. if i just show up to every class i cant technically fail the class. if i talk in spanish, i get more points. so i think ill be ok. my TA said no previous knowledge of spanish was necessary. i have some previous knowledge. i should be ok.

Class tomorrow. boo.

First day of spring semester tomorrow. im not ready for classes yet. i feel like classes should start when I want them to start. this semester should hypothetically be easier than last semester though so it should be ok. im taking ChE 205 (which is a serious class.. like super serious), MA 262 (also serious), MGMT 243 (i know absolutely nothing about this class.. i literally just picked it off a list), SPAN 112 (pfft should be a cake walk), SPAN 241 (its just a bunch of spanish reading.. cant be too hard), and SOC 100 (blow off class). and my schedule looks pretty nice. 10:30s 3 days a week and 1:30s the other two. hopefully this semester will be better

i have three classes tomorrow: ChE 205, SPAN 241, and SPAN 112. but then i have to work all night. blech. oh well.

also, i get to see a certain boy tomorrow :] and the next day, and the next day. we have class together 5 days a week. used to, i only saw him 2 days a week so i only had to look cute those 2 days, and i could dress like a bum the other 3. now im gonna have to look cute pretty much every single day... ugh thats gonna be a whole mess of work. but i went and bought new clothes for this reason exactly :)

anyways... time for beddd. gotta get up early to do my hurrr and makeup :]

Well poo.

i am so full of sadnesssssssssssssssssssss :( my beef cant come visit this weekend cuz chelsea got called into work. stupid work. who needs a job anyways.. sad.

Lobster-esque

i am unpleasantly sunburned. i am bad at this whole tanning thing.. darn my obnoxiously pale skin. i think imma skip tanning tomorrow cuz i dont see myself becoming any less burny in the next day. but even though i am quite red and ouchful all over... i feel slightly better about myself. huzzah!

Life on life's terms ain't easy. Just gotta take it in stride.

[Life on Life's Terms-Bedlight for Blue Eyes]

So ive been doing stuff lately. i plan to keep doing stuff. part of my new years resolution was to be... better. so i am. i have been working out the last two days. im going tomorrow too. and the next day. and im gonna keep working out. i know ive said stuff like this in the past, but this time it feels serious. ive started losing weight, and while im still not happy with myself it feels... better. and ive been whitening my teeth. and i bought a tanning package. that seems silly, but i feel like if i justs do all these little things to take care of myself, i can just be...better.

i told my friend jayne about doing all this stuff and she said "why are you doing all this?" because i have never been happy about myself. ever. and i guess to a certain extent nobody is ever completely happy with themselves right? but i want to be happier with myself. i know i will never be "beautiful." im to big, too average... too silly-haired. but i think i can take tiny little steps.. like making sure my teeth are white and that my skin is not ghostly pale... to make myself better.

so here is the plan for now: work out AT LEAST twice a week every week. tanning. teeth whitening. and tomorrow im going shopping for new clothes that fit me better and are more girly. and makeup more often.

this semester i will be better.

Why do i have so much stuff??

i have been on one of my late night cleaning binges. i have so much stuff and i dont know what to do with it all. so im throwing stuff out. must clean!

Wedding! Woo!

MY BESTIE (not my beef mind you, those are two very different titles) IS GETTING MARRIED! ON VALENTINES DAY :) AND IM GONNA BE THE MAID OF HONOR! IM TYPING IN CAPS CUZ IM SO EXCITED! i havent met nick (her man) yet and i hope hope hope he is a good guy. he seems to be good for her... but im glad they are getting married cuz she has a bun in the oven and at least she wont be a single mom. BUT I HAVE TO GET A DRESS! HOLY CRAP. she said its a pretty informal wedding so i can pick out my own clothing but i HAVE to wear a dress. a pink or red dress. dresssss. lame. so now i have to go shopping. bahhhh.

When did i grow up :(

im going back to WL tomorrow night instead of thurs like i first intended. i was gonna go back thurs afternoon after a haircut, but we are supposed to get a snow storm apparently and my parents are all worried about me and stuff. i came home from hanging out with corey tonight and they said "we are not trying to kick you out but... you have to go" lol. or they said i could stay til friday, but i dont really wanna wait that long. besides, we are supposed to get more snow on friday. id just rather go and get back. it makes me a little sad though. it makes my mom very sad every time i leave and that makes me sad too. and i know each time i leave, i leave home a little bit more and grow up a bit inside. soon i wont be coming home to stay for so long. i love my family and friends here, but my life is more in WL now than it is here. just the fact that im growing up makes me quite sad inside. waaa.

I bought something lovely

I bought something lovely today. I am quite pleased with it. I shall show you a picture.

my friend michael blows glass. and he comes up with delightful things such as this. and i buy them. and now, after visiting michael and payin my mom back for christmas, i have $2.62 left from my paycheck. but its ok.

Maybe it hurts below the skin. Maybe lessons finally sinking in. Maybe getting in the last word doesn't really mean you win.

[Maybe-The Clarks]

My dad (noun): a childish asshat that i have learned to hate who yells at me alot

i had dinner with my dad today. he said we needed to work out our differences. and by that me meant he needed to yell at me for thirty minutes in a public place. we went to B-dubs, basically as soon as the waitress took our order and walked away he started his shit. he said he was angry at how i talked to him (ie when i shouted "fuck you") he waited for an apology. i offered none. he yelled because he is still not on my ebill. i informed him that because of the way he acted he would not be. ever. he said as my father he deserved access to my grades. i told him legally he did not. he yelled at me because i never call him. i told him that was not true. i said "i called you the other day when you were on your way to florida. remember i told you all about work and stuff." his response? he yelled at me because i am selfish and i never call him to see how he is doing. it all about me me me and what im doing. ok.. sorry i try to keep you updated about my life. he then yelled at me because he feels like my stepdad is more important than him in my life. i calmly pointed out that this is, in fact, a true statement. he then yelled because he feels like after the divorce, he has always been second rate and i liked my mom better. i informed him that again, this is a fairly accurate statement. he asked me about my grades, which i waffled on. he asked me why i didnt return his calls about the ebill thing. i told him that he left me jerk messages which i was not gonna dignify with a response. i explained that the first message he left about it was really rude and i was already having a bad day.. clearly i did not want to respond to it. he then said how upset he was that i felt i could not call and talk to him when i was having a bad day... if you read a few lines up, he yelled at me because all i ever do is call and talk about myself. and yet i am supposed to... call and talk about myself. hmm. at this point i started to laugh/smile a twee bit, which of course made him angrier. in the end, we didnt actually resolve anything. he left just as angry as he came in.

i got a free meal at B-dubs out of it though lol.

Secrety Goodness.

Eskimos

i get so tired of being home. i get treated like a child and i hate it. i miss my little apartment and my adulthood and my freedom. im glad im going home early and i dont know when ill be back.

Bah. I am a sheep.

its like 4 in the am. and i am lying here in bed doing what any normal person who is lying awake in bed at this hour is doing; worrying. i try to be rather blase about things, but secretly i am a worrier at heart.

i am wrried about how things will go down with my dad tomorrow. i am worried he will make a scene. i am worried he will not pay my bill on time. i am worried he will find the small discrepancies in my bills id rather not explain.

i am worried that one day a friend of mine will learn about all the lies a have been telling her.

mostly im worried about my classes right now. which seems mighty silly considering classes dont start back up for another week. but im taking 17 credit hours again... which was way too many last semester. but i rationalize it by saying that those classes were really hard. and i hope hope hope that all these classes arent gonna be so hard. i have to really really focus on 205 this semester. if i dont get a C or better, i have to change majors. i have absolutely no back up plan. i hate my major something awful, but its quite practical and im already so far in it would be a waste of time and money to change. so i have to pass. i have to. i have a professor i have never heard of. at least its not baerch, who i heard was really really terrible. but this new guy could be bad too. i dunno. and its not like if i hate this professor i can drop it and take it later. nope. this is it. uh oh. math is a serious class and i heard its a decent amount of work. im worried cuz in my last math class i had bridge and rebecca to help me. this time i have nobody. i have no idea if my management class will be hard or not. i literally just picked it off a list of classes i have to take. im worried because it could be death. i have no idea. my two spanish classes should not be hard.. hypothetically. and i was perfectly heahappy there with my 14 hours.. then joel called me and asked me to take soc 100 with him. which is supposed to be a positively easy A. and of course i took the class with him. bah. so that puts me at 17 hours. and i am worried. plus if i do not get my gpa up, i lose all my scholarship money and i surely cant afford to continue at purdue. bah. i am worried.

i need to go to bed but my brain is full of thoughts and such.

owie

i have decided to go on a diet. one inspired by my very painful incoming wisdom teeth. i do believe that from now on, i will only eat things that are liquid or mush, because chewing solid food is painful. this is gonna be fun. boo.

my nose is cold. i am anxiously awaiting a nose blanket from my beef :]

coolest website ever

courtesy of stumble upon:

http://www.flurrious.com/

its awsome... you can "let it snow" and see other peoples snowflakes and messages... and it even sounds like real snow!

how cool is that!

New years eve

judging by 2010's entrance, i think this is gonna be a goooood year :)

i had the very bestest new years eve everrrrr, spend with some of my favoritest people everrrr: D-FoSho (my cripply love and co-beef, Dani), Errrca (aka E-money, or Erica), Mack Daddy (Jayne), and Megan (she did not get a gangsta name). C-Ballin (Cody) was there too, but he is not one of my most favorite people.

there was a bit of drunk sledding, which ended in pain. but it was the best idea ever, and even though my knee, hand, shoulder, and hip are shot to hell, i regret nothing.

there was an immense amount of drinking, loudness, fun, and greatness.

we went to joshs and watched the ball drop (and were generally loud and obnoxious).

then we went on the search for a missing coat... it got stolen.

i also got pulled over.. but the cop was super nice.

IT WAS THE BEST NEW YEARS EVE EVERRRRRRRRR!