so...

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FUCK YOU.

Childish and immature?
Without a doubt.

Fair?
Not at all.

Do I care?
Not one bit. I'm allowed to feel however I want.

So there.

as if being the end of spring break wasn't bad enough.

So what was supposed to be one of the best days of my spring break, was the worst. And it's the end. I have to be back to Carleton by noon tomorrow, wahhhh.

The day was supposed to be filled with some catching up with friends and good byes. THEN I was supposed to go to this amazing concert with Joey. Now, the tickets were a birthday present. It also started this HUGE fight between Konrad and I because Joey is my ex-boyfriend. So after such a long fight, this concert was supposed to be one of the best I've ever been to. There were four bands, two I didn't like/want to see (but it was cool because they were the 'openers'), then the last band, the headliner, was one neither Joey nor I super cared for, but the third band was... going to be UNBELIEVABLE. A band that both Joey and I were like screaming fan girls for.

I've already told the story to like five different people, but basically for some stupid reason the band we wanted to see, who was supposed to play third.. PLAYED FIRST. WHILE WE WERE IN LINE. IN THE COLD. BECAUSE WE WERE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN 'ALL AGES' LINE FOR OVER AN HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES.

Also, because I'm fucking FIVE FOOT TWO everyone else is at least four inches taller and I can't breathe. Plus I hate people and being that close to so many people, ESPECIALLY during bands I REALLY REALLY don't want to see. I hate all ages shows. The first 20 minutes there was this obese fifteen year old jumping basically on me. I had to restrain myself from punching him in the face.  

Then it took us forever to find my car. And it's close to that great time of the month and I hate when plans I'm excited for go wrong and it sucked and I almost cried. It was awful.

And I could have gotten a picture with the lead singer of the band I wanted to see but he just looked un-enthused  and like he hated life. I don't know, I didn't want to get a picture with someone who was just like "mehh". Whatever. Maybe there will be a next time.

OH AND THEN.
I was getting out of my car when I got home and my coat was in the back seat. So I pulled it forward with me, well the arm got caught on my arm rest and when I pulled almost all of the buttons that connect the hood to the jacket flew off and are now scattered in the street. Awesome.

Now I need to shower off other people's sweat. And eat something. Maybe watch Chuck, cheer up.

Half of my heart.

Spring break is meant to be enjoyed. And now that I spent my, hopefully (read: pleasepleaseplease God) last day in red & khaki (forever, suck it Target) I can get back to my enjoyment. Which includes a lot, I mean really a loooooootttt, of trash tv, and pretending that Carleton doesn't exist. While my boyfriend tries to spend every free waking (and nonwaking moment) with me.

Although mother nature is trying to bring me down (seriously, fuck you Minnesota), the calendar says it's spring + it's my last week of spring break= IT'S SPRING. seriously. It has to be. Please?!

so me/my life right now broken down:

food: ice cream, craisins, ice cubes, cereal
shows: CHUCK, intervention, teen mom 2, sister wives, law and order svu (not suv), NCIS, house.
books: why read all my new books when I have harry potter?
songs:  old r&b, black&gold

also these guilty pleasures.

Also, I hate people. This is what I've learned from Target. But that's okay who needs people when I have my dog/kitten/bunny.

BOY, YOU'RE AN ALIEN.