It was just that much fun

Last night can only be slightly described by a song.

Look What I Can Do

I'm blogging in bed. Sure it takes a lot longer to basically text an entire post, but if it's for quick little things, photos, etc., then it's fairly convenient. Not when I'm supposed to be asleep, though.

Real quick before I head to dream land, if you have a problem with the amount of profanity and vulgarity I use in my blog, tough shit.

Goodnight :)

Single (with links to some fantastic music)

You don't HAVE to follow the links for this blog to make sense. It's optional.

So I broke up with my boyfriend of ten months (that's my longest relationship thus far) and I feel like a bitch. Not because of the reason, but because how I'm not allowing myself to be depressed. Trust me, this morning was a scene ripped from the pages of an emo kid's diary. I had my blanket over my head, cuddling with my pillow, and listening to Brand New. But then I said to myself, "Get your ass out of bed, take a shower and change the music. This is ridiculous." So what did I do? I did some laundry, took a shower, and listened to Rebelution. NO one can be upset when they listen to this amazing band, even if you don't like reggae.

The rest of the night was filled with rants, inside jokes, laughs, "looking suspect", and things that I can't really can't explain. What I can tell you is I love Boston and I just realized Flo Rida's name is Florida with a space between O and R. I feel like a jackass for that last one because it seems so obvious, but I really don't pay much attention to the new hip hop scene.

On a side note, I found myself in the weird part of YouTube. Some things can't be unseen. Just saying.

Now that I've gotten all this stuff off my chest, I feel like dancing.

Bad, Filthy Fun (and not for the whole family).

Last night was the last night I will indulge my inner party girl with Beer Pong until the end of the semester. I'm even giving up the sauce during Lent to make it a double obligation to myself and whatever higher power is out there running this show we call existence.

One of the main reasons I decided I need to stop drinking is the lack of inhibition I have when I'm three sheets to the wind. The things I text to my friends are things I wouldn't normally say under more sober physical conditions, but I meant every word. And, I notice I'm more passive until someone gets in my face. Drunk fights are dangerous and I almost opened a can of whoop ass on some woman who was drinking with us. It's not my place to say she can't come over since it's not my house, but I'll be damned if I get drunk with her again. Aside from that, I'm 23 years old and I can't kill my guts with alcohol before I'm 30. Besides, I have more fun when I'm sober.

Best quote from last night "You threw a Phoenix Down on it?"-My sister, K.C. aka KANSAS!

First post of 2012: Why I should never stay up for an extended period of time...ever.

You know what's hotter than a man who can cook? A man who can clean! Think about it. Visualize your boyfriend/husband/partner/fiance/crush sweeping floors, washing dishes, and scrubbing down every surface. Now imagine Vin Diesel (or your Hollywood heartthrob of choice) doing those same things.

If your standard of clean is significantly low, you may not appreciate my observation. Just sayin'.

This post was brought to you by the Lack of Sleep Institution for Insomniacs. (I totally just made that up right now.)