Okay first of all i'm going to start off by saying it is DECEMBER. Not july. Therefore it should NOT be 90 degrees outside! Yet it IS! Urg.

Secondly, I shall fill in on the happenings of my weekend.

I kept my phone on but didn't accept the call from Andy. Let it go straight to voicemail all night, which resulted in 29 missed messages, all of them angry and shouting. Instead, I was with my boyfriend at the mall, enjoying a few before-christmas sales.

Saturday night was a different story. I took my ACTs from 7:45 till 1:45 that day. Yes, and then I went home and slept before my best friend and her boyfriend came to pick me up to ride around and drink. Well... I'm naughty. 10 beers and 5 shots later I was sitting in the backseat between the BFF's boyfriend's brother, who, by the way is a grand old 25, divorced, and has a FIVE YEAR OLD, making out, and his 26 year old married friend. Hello... I'm so very bad. However, due to some curfew issues, the only thing that happened was some impulsive, urg, TOUCHING we should say? Good kisser tho. Would I do it again? Probably not. Do I regret it? no. Regrets are stupid.

But now we begin the countdown for the biggest bash of the year, my eighteenth birthday. December 31st. It will be a joint New Years party, but it's gonna be HUGE.... And I'm probably gonna be a bad, bad girl. ;)