God dammit diaryland! All I want to do is fucking update. But no, servers busy. Always busy. If the servers were my parents I would grow up homicidal because they were always to busy to play with me. Yeah, how random was that? I'm contemplating going gold, but I hear mutterings that even then you get the error screen sometimes, but, we'll see.
Tomorrow is the No Doubt concert! Me and Shana in the pit, pressed up against the stage close enough for Gwen Stefani to sweat on us! Not that I want her to exactly, I'm just saying, she could, if that were my thing. They always put on such a good show. This is the 3rd time we've seen them. I wish they would move their shit indoors though, I have never seen them in an airconditioned facility. That would be nice, considering it's JUNE in ARI-FUCKING-ZONA! But, I suppose an outdoor show is better than no show at all (hint fucking hint Jason Mraz!)
Thursday is my birthday, which I am, honestly, less excited about then I have been in previous years. This is unprecidented for me. See, everyone that knows me knows that I use June 24th as an excuse to be a total attention whore. I love it, and I've totally come to terms with it. I've even got a tiara. But, I'm still planning to go out and get my party on, cause more than likely, my mood will clear up before then, or, at the very least, will clear up as soon as the alcohol starts flowing. Oh, and if by any chance you are over 21 and you live in the Phoenix area, please feel free to come on down to Bobby McGees on 27th ave and partake of the partying. I'll be the drunk black girl in the tiara!
On Friday I went out with the boy from Devry. He called to see what I was getting into, the answer being nothing since I am still gimped up and restricted to what I like to call "low impact activities". Then I started rambling about how I was supposed to go to the movies but that didn't pan out blah blah blah boredom-cakes, so he's all "let's go then". Hel-lo! Left field. At least to me, maybe someone less oblivious and not over-dosed on aleave would have seen it coming, but, eh, whatchagonnado? Anyways, so we go, (Dodgeball. I highly recommend it.), fun is had. I'm trying to do my cute, sweet, relateable-yet-sassy girl thing that I like to work (actually it comes pretty easy to me, cause I'm a nice person, but I do enjoy the shit talking and sarcasm). But it was odd cause I wasn't entirely sure (and am still not, so if you figure it out before me, let me know) if I was on a date or not. Not clear if we were "dating" or "hanging". I hate that. There oughta be a sign. When I say sign, I don't mean like, an act of God, I mean, like a goddamned billboard. Or, at the very least, a T-shirt. Actual words. A shirt kit that you could buy that would contain a fucking magic marker and a one-size shirt that says:
please check:
YES NO
Yes. That would make the world a lot easier, and it would save people a lot of wasted time and energy. But, I suppose I'll know soon enough, right?
OK, I'm gonna bail, someday Diaryland may allow me to post this (writing in notepad right now). Anyways, if you don't hear from me for a while it's because I'm kicking off my birthday weekend on Wednesday. Yeah, I know. Fuck you, it's a long weekend. Later days!
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