ahhh.....so, the dome twice in one week, definately not a good idea.

Last night was sort of shitty. Allison, Ashley and I went to the dome and I ended up drinking rum and cranberry juice which was no kinder this time than the last time I drank it. Anyways, the liquor ended up making me nauceous instead of drunk. Anyways, we get to the dome and it is absolutely PACKED. Plus, every girl is wearing the exact same stupid outfit: a mini skirt of bright colors paired with some sort of lame tube top, flip flops and some sort of accessory situation. Blah. oh blah. So anyways, I've noticed a pattern i've developed that I initially used as a defense mechanism that has turned on me: not smiling at bars. Fucking hell, I must have had three guys use the "ohhh, why aren't you smiling, baby?" line on me last night. By the end I finally told some guy that I wasn't smiling because I hated the company i was surrounded by.

I was hoping to meet up with Jenna since it was her birthday but bar was so packed I could barely move, plus, venturing through the crowd is just asking to get groped and I would prefer not to. And it's just so sweaty and gross and it felt like I was inside a 13 year old boy's armpit.

Anyways, Allison and I couldn't stop thinking about sushi because she had bought it for supper. Finally, we just looked at each other and mouthed "breakfast?". YES!!! So at 3 30am I ended up shoveling eggs, sausage, toast and hashbrowns into my body and it was sooo heavenly. Then we came home and drama happened but it's not for me to reveal. In a nutshell, boys are pricks.

Current uppers
-big breakfasts

downers
-headache
-nauceous
-sty in my eye

I'm going to lie down...