AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I had a lovely drunken stumble last night. I walked, in high heels and a pencil skirt, over a mile and a half to get back to my dorm last night - and I was taking care of 2 other girls. Such a successful jaunt. I also apparently texted my best friend (who ALWAYS drunk texts/dials me) at about 2am, "...

Bad week, man. My grandfather was put into the hospital, I found out I need to come up with $375 by Wednesday, I had to put my cat that I've had since 2nd grade to sleep, and the guy I was dating has stopped talking to me altogether for some unknown reason. And now I have a huge paper to write and a...

Holy hipsters, Batman!

In 2010, Coachella sold out of 100,000 tickets in 4 months.
In 2011, they sold out of 100,000 tickets in 1 week.

In 2012, as of this morning at exactly 12:57pm PST, they sold out of 200,000 tickets in 2 hours and 57 minutes.

AND I'M ONE OF 'EM, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

GOT MY COACHELLA TICKET.

OH MY GOD, IS THIS REAL LIFE?!?

I have been on the Standby page for buying Coachella tickets for 26 minutes now. I entered the site at EXACTLY 10am according to their countdown.

Holy god, I feel like I wanna puke.

The guy I've been dating hasn't talked to me in almost a week. I know it's the first week of school, and he has rush on top of his normal crazy schedule, but still. It makes me feel like he forgot about me/doesn't like me anymore.

Le sadface.

Hopefully they get their sound system fixed this year. I saw them there last year, and I could barely hear. True, it was the Mainstage and I was like 100yards away from the stage, but still. THEY NEED TO BE LOUDER. LOUDEST.

I personally feel that this particular topic deserves its own thread (BECAUSE OF AWESOME AMAZINGNESS ORGASM), but I'll put it here because the proletariats scare me. http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/6708/38093710150472360063022.jpg LINEUP FROM GOD, PART II I am so going it's not even funny. The on...

I move back into my dorm after being gone more than a month. I have not yet started any packing or even my laundry.

Guess that means it's time for internet and How I Met Your Mother marathon!

You're a great person.

I had a 3 hour skype session with my best guy friend the other night. For whatever reason, I was obsessing over those veggie straws and was just chowing down as we were talking. Then I choked on one.



And that's how I died.

I opened up the fridge and saw a box of Belgian cream puffs. Fuck. Yes. Open the box up. It's filled with salad. What the actual fuck. All I can imagine are those images of women laughing with salad, and Grye just standing over his cream puff box crying. Best mental image. But for real. That's a cr...

Sad thing is, I know many people that are actually like that. I'm not really friends with any of them, but daisies they throw awesome house parties. I went to one this summer in this gated community in Laguna Beach. That house had to be at least $6 million.

So after being rudely awoken by my mother at 6am and spending the rest of my morning avoiding my boatload of housework and trying to wake up with about 4 cups of black tea, I decided to watch some bad morning television. There's this show on called "Real Housewives of Orange County." I've been livin...

...that's healthy?