Diamonds make babies

Posted on: February 20, 2012 at 11:25 pm. 0 comments

I’m still slacking, I know. BUT, in my defense, the day after I posted that I worked all day Friday, Saturday, Sunday & Monday. Then I was back to school Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and worked Friday. Right after I finished work on Friday night, I came home to change and then left to go to a friend’s birthday celebration. He goes to university about 30 mins away, so we all drove up and were crashing at his house to go to some bars. It was… an interesting night, to say the least.

I will start this story by saying that, I am of legal age to drink here. So I can go out to bars or clubs or buy booze for at home. I don’t go out too often, and when I drink at home it’s only one glass/shot usually with my family. I am pretty alright for holding my alcohol, and in all the times I’ve gotten drunk (both before and after being legal) there was never a night where I didn’t remember the majority of it. I have a great memory sober, and that usually follows along with me when I’m drunk. I was not quite as fortunate on Friday night, at least not of what happened in the beginning of the night. I am usually responsible with my alcohol intake, have never puked & even on my birthday I stopped when I felt like I had already had enough and proceeded to just have water for the rest of the night (which, I did Friday night as well but just, perhaps too late, ha). I was… rather intoxicated.

I somehow, without realizing it, manage to drink basically my entire (750ml) bottle of Southern Comfort Hurricane, plus vodka, in quite a short period of time. We were playing beer pong, and failing miserably plus just drinking because we wanted to. We were at my friends house and he has 4 (I believe) housemates who were also there, plus other friends and everyone that I came with. I apparently become rather social when I’m drunk, and ended up talking to one of the guys there, Brett. I had known of him all night because he was super loud and seemed to have major anger issues and kept threatening to stab people because someone spilled beer on the couch and he thought it was pee (it wasn’t). Apparently all of his housemates are scared of him when he plays xbox, lolz. So (I don’t remember how) I somehow started talking to him, and apparently (this is where my memory lapse comes in) we were both on the couch when (I remember this part) my friends came over to make sure that I knew what I was doing/that I was okay with it because according to them, he was all over me (more memory lapse).

Let me just say, I am SO glad they did. I mean, I was perfectly fine with what was going on- and I told them that- but as they said later, they’d rather ask and me say no than to not ask and have me stuck there when I didn’t want to be near him. And I love them so much for that, because they took such good care in making sure I wasn’t doing anything stupid/hurtful to myself (didn’t let me wear the heels I was going to wear because I was too drunk to walk in them, taking my drink when I had clearly had enough, shoving me into a cab with other drunkies rather than letting me walk, and checking to make sure I was okay, etc.). I just know that when I am drunk, I can rely on them to keep me in line and make sure I’m okay, without being such a drunk that I am incoherent and just sloppy (where i know they’d still help me, like we did with one of my friends a few years back- long story). It’s just nice to have friends that are so awesome and can hold their alcohol so much better than me and take care of me all the time

Anyways, back to my friday night story. There were some moment when we were still inside, him kissing my thumb better because I banged it on a door (and I think it was partially his fault? or so he thought, so he kissed it better after my friend did), something about the ONE sour cream and onion chip that I ate, sharing drinks, etc. He was also telling me about 100 times that I was 'the prettiest girl he ever met' and that 'I had the nicest eyes and he just wanted to look into them'. Basic drunken sweet talk, but even sober I'm a sucker for that haha. And other cute things, like that he wanted to take me on an actual date (which I'm pretty sure I rejected lolz, win). Then we were outside, waiting for cabs so we could go to the bar. He asked me for a kiss (so I guess we hadn't done anything up until that point? My friends implied we did but I don't remember lolz) and I said no and walked away (even drunk me is a tease apparnetly), but then he pulled me back and said please (manners are such a wonderful thing) so I did. Then we went back upstairs because I needed water, drank some out of a dirty beer pong cup (don't know why okay, I was drunk) and went to the hallway where my friend was making out with a guy she started making out with earlier that night (and he turned out to have a girlfriend, but EVERYONE told her before that they were just friends with benefits because he wanted to hook up with her. great people...) and so we just ended up doing the same...

Then we were back outside, where I had to ask my friend what this guy's name was because I for some reason kept thinking it was Scott, but it wasnt... Then they apparently shoved both of the 'drunk couples' (me + brett, my friend + guy with a gf) in the one cab that came and the rest of them walked because it wasn't TOO FAR, but too far for us to walk drunk haha. I only remember half of the cab ride, which consisted of putting on my seatbelt and telling him to share mine, where we then spent the ride just making out. I don't entirely remember it (which is a shame, because I always wanted to make out in a cab. still counts though), just that it did happen and my friend filled me in on the details after because she was sitting beside us, pissed off that her boy was in the front and not in the back with her haha. Oopsies.

So, we got to the bar (and for the record, my friend and I were a lot drunker than the 2 boys we were with. But, we're girls and we were doing our best at acting perfectly normal) and the security (who check I.Ds and what not) told the two of them that they weren't allowed in, because they thought they were too drunk. Since Brett showed anger problems all night, and the other guy was defending him, they weren't let it. So we went in without them, and were waiting for others to get there. I looked out the window a bit later and saw someone being put into a police car and when I asked the sober people, it turns out that the two of them got arrested for public intoxication/refusing to produce I.D/not leaving when the police told them to, aka trespassing. So they got taken to jail for the night (came back early the next morning, waking us all up by screaming and being angry. ugh. made me so glad I didn't have to deal with Brett all night) and we went on with our night, with my friend being so bitter that we were 'cock blocked by the po-po' haha.

I remember everything from the rest of the night, which just consisted of going to one bar, then cabbing it to a country bar (woo!) and spending the rest of the night there until we went back at around 3am. We then ordered pizza, pushed the couches together to make a giant bed and eventually just crashed around 4, only to be woken up before 9 by the guys coming home from jail in the morning. All in all it was a good night, even though I wonder what would have happened if they didn't get arrested. It was probably for the better though, you know all that 'everything happens for a reason' because believe me when I say- he is not the type of guy I'd want to be around for long periods of time. And from that night (and before) I've realized that I REALLY enjoy being single. And I want to spend the rest of this year doing whatever the hell I want to do without worrying about anyone else’s opinion of it. This year has already been better than last year, and the year before that.

Yes, parts of last year were awesome but parts also sucked (mainly thanks to one certain douchebag ex boyfriend of mine) and I truly do think now that I am a totally different person than I was two years ago, and even last year. I am enjoying not having to live my life for anyone but me and I want to keep doing it that way. I see my best friend having issues with her boyfriend because she goes out to bars and I just don’t want to have to deal with the difficulty and hassles of relationships, even if there are the good parts to it too. I want to enjoy my life & see whats out there. I’m not saying I’m going to be all around & sleeping with any guy who looks my way but seriously, I’m just going to do what I want and not worry about how it makes other people think. Because it’s no ones life but my own.

0 comments Tags: Bar, Best Friends, Birthday, Boys, Drunken Stories, Friends, Night Out.

Ack.

Posted on: July 18, 2011 at 12:06 am. 2 comments

Ack is probably my most commonly used word from the past few days. And not in a bad way. In a freaking AMAZING WAY. In an ‘oh-my-god-how-is-my-life-so-freaking-amazing’ way.

To start with Friday, words can not describe how amazing the concert was. Neither can the 1985 pictures that I took of it. I could explain it in detail, but I am still too sdfoihsfdsoihfa bout it all. It was amazing, the entire day. I was dancing at work (especially when the commercial for it came on/they played You Belong With Me) and when I was actually there… it was just amazing. I was going to wait to post this until I had some pictures resized, but I wanted to post it now. There are some pictures edited for my designs of the day so if you check those out, you can see a few. She put on a PHENOMENAL show though, filled with fireworks and acrobatics and sparks flying and flying balconies and rotating trees. It is something I will NEVER forget, and when I listen to songs on iTunes now that I heard live, it is that entire experience all over again. I have a video of some songs (including all of Long Live) and tons of pictures and memories. As well as two shirts, a glow stick, three bracelets & a bag. It was 100% worth every penny spent. It was super awesome because despite the ACC saying no camera lenses past 70mm (I have one that is 70-300mm), no one cared at all that I was using mine (because it was dark and really, they can’t watch everyone at the same time) so I got some pretty close and AMAZING pictures. Well, amazing to me. Because they’re pictures of Taylor Swift THAT I TOOK MYSELF while SEEING HER LIVE. If I ever have the chance to go again, I will go in a heartbeat. And everyone else should too.

I am honestly SO thankful that I got to see it. I still can’t believe that it happened (and I may have pinched myself in the middle of the concert just to make sure it really wasn’t a dream…) and it was just purely amazing. Taylor Swift is the closest thing I have to an idol/hero or whatever, and so seeing her live was… really something.

Saturday was a pretty regular day at first. I went to see Harry Potter in the morning, and so I was SUPER tired after not getting home until 1am, and sleeping at around 2. I almost took a nap later in the day, but decided to just stay up and then I’d go to bed early- didn’t happen. I ended up in a skype (video!!!!!!) call with N, which was a surprise as we’re hardly EVER on skype at the same time, and when we are it’s usually just typing, not actual talking (like we are doing now, as we’re both on again). So I freaked out a bit. I wasn’t expecting it, and I was just super smiley and probably sounded like a complete turd bucket. But he is so damn cute, and was telling me it was good to *actually* see me again and just. ACK. He is just.. amazing.

And it will be even more amazing when in less than two weeks, I get to see him. That trip that wasn’t going to happen.. 98% chance it is. Just with my best friend (who got the tickets for Taylor Swift, clearly she’s just awesome) instead of my sister. Taylor wants to take a trip somewhere, as she has all weekends off. So we’re going to go. N is excited for it, though we’re talking about it as a somewhat hypothetical thing right now so that it doesn’t end up NOT happening and sadness. But.. I think it’s happening. And I will die once again. TOO MUCH EXCITEMENT FOR TWO WEEKS. Too much excitement for the whole month. The plan now is to get on a 1am bus from Toronto, then arrive there at 11:45 am. Stay somewhere saturday night, and catch another bus home Sunday night at 7:10 and get back to Toronto at 5:50am, with no transfers for either bus. And we can just sleep on the busses, so it makes things SO MUCH EASIER. And actually possible. We COULD stay until Monday night, but then we’d get home about an hour before my friend has to be at work and I’m not sure she’d want to do that so for now, two days & one night seems like it would be good enough.

AND he said I could possibly hear his quartet sing that weekend, and I will literally just.. keel over and die if that happens. Honestly. I really, really hope it can happen. Somehow.

Ack. I just really, really like love my life these days.

2 comments Tags: Best Friends, Friends, Happy, I love life, Life, N, Plans, Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift Concert, Vacation.

asdfghjk

Posted on: July 13, 2011 at 11:43 pm. 5 comments

I pretty much have the best friend in the entire world. Actually, not pretty much. I DO have the best friend in the entire world. Let me tell you a sad story here.

For the last two years, I’ve tried to get Taylor Swift tickets. To FIVE different shows. Two last year in toronto for the Fearless tour, Two this year in Toronto for the Speak Now tour, and some in Montreal for Speak Now. It never worked out. Ticketmaster would never let me order more than one ticket (even during presale), montreal ones I was looking at sold, and then when I could find some a few weeks ago- at $170+ a ticket, no one wanted to shell out that much money to see her with me. And my parent’s weren’t stoked on me going to Toronto alone. Seeing Taylor Swift in concert is definitely one of those things that I got my hopes up for all the time, and it never happened. Que the why I love my best friend. IT’S HAPPENING. THIS FRIDAY. I KNOW, RIGHT?

Today started out as a regular day. I went to work at 10:30, and was not looking forward to my nine hour shift. At around 11:30, the phone rings. Timothy picks up, pages for Maria (my boss) Line 1. She talks about how it better not be someone calling in sick, and goes to get it. She comes back and tells me that it’s Taylor (she works there too) on the phone for me. I started freaking out a little. I didn’t know if someone died, or she was in the hospital- or what. Because as Maria stated, it must be important if she was calling me at work. It was. Oh, this was more important than someone dying.

So once someone came to cover my cash since it was super busy at the time, I picked up the phone. “I have a dilemma. I somehow got my best friend in the entire world tickets to see Taylor Swift this friday at 7.”

And that’s about when I stopped breathing. I didn’t really understand. AT ALL. How it happened. APPARENTLY, Ticketmaster released more seats. GOOD SEATS. Section 108, which is apparently really close and perfect. And her mom managed to get three. For the regular price that they sell for. Which, is $115 but considering I was willing to pay over $300 in total to go to Montreal to see her, it’s pretty damn good. So. I died. I was shaking, and I couldn’t comphrend it. Needless to say, when a Taylor Swift song came on the radio I was jamming pretty hard.

The only problem was, I worked friday night. Except. That’s not really a problem at all. Because I would quit my job to see Taylor Swift. Okay, maybe not.. but luckily, my boss is flexible. She KNEW I had tried to get tickets, and so when I hung up the phone I went up to her (barely able to talk, mind you) asking if I could get someone to cover my shift for friday, and I explained everything to her. So I checked the schedule to see who was working, and it’s now being covered. I just have to go in from 10:30-1, and then someone else is covering the rest of it. Taylor is done work at 3, then her mom (who is coming with is) is driving us down to the ACC to go.

Best weekend ever coming up? Probably.

PS: And my friend, named Taylor, who is a HUGE Harry Potter fan (even has the deathly hallows symbol tattooed on her ankle) has to miss the premier of the new movie for it. And she is. For me. I just love her. And her mom. So I’ll probably go and see that with her Saturday, despite not watching Harry Potter at all…

5 comments Tags: Best Friends, Concert, Excitement, Friends, Happy, Life, Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift Concert.

Running on Sunshine

Posted on: June 21, 2011 at 10:13 pm. 0 comments

Day 21 – (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?

Um, my friend’s and I don’t really get into fights. Ever. At least, not me and the few I’m closest with. There was a time when our group of friends as a whole had drama, but we solved it right after. We don’t have big fights. Minor annoyances, that’s a given… but not actual fights. So if for some unknown reason we did happen to, I wouldn’t care. My friend is in an accident, I will suck up whatever problem there was and go be there for her. Because the friendships that I have kept up to this point are important enough to me that I wouldn’t want something stupid to screw them up. And I mean, if the fight was caused by my friend doing something stupid like I don’t know.. stealing a boyfriend or something? (so high school, but you know what I mean) Well then I guess that’s proof that karma’s a bitch. HA.

My day wasn’t exciting. I worked, and I work again tomorrow. The days I work, I have no motivation to blog because there’s not much TO blog about, other than annoying customers and I don’t want to make every post a rant HA. I hope you all had a wonderful day

0 comments Tags: 30 Day Truth Challenge, Best Friends, Fights, Friends, Life, Work.