I fell in love with being defiant.

It's hot. Really hot. 90 degrees was today's high, and last I checked it's September 23rd. I'm tired of being hot. I'm tired of summer, for many reasons; 1. It's hard to focus on school when it still feels like I should be wading in the stream near my house, 2. I want to wear layers again, and make-up, without dying of heat stroke, 3. It's just too freaking hot.

Autumn, you are welcome here, so please, settle in Kentucky.

Me and Laurel went to a dueling piano bar tonight because Laurel has to write about it in the newpaper she's interning at. The bar was fun but after one cocktail and one guinness I was feeling ridiculously tipsy. Not a good thing when you're wearing five inch heels. Usually I can hold more than that, so I was confused.

Later when I got home I looked at my medication. Apparently they both have a side effect that causes dizziness, which I usually only experiance if I take the medication on an empty stomach. Alcohol compounds this effect greatly.

Basically I shouldn't drink much after taking my pills.

Also: The ad on my screen is one of those public service ones saying 'Buzzed driving is drunk driving'. Ironic, right?

I just wanted to use the word nigh.

It's almost 4 in the morning, I haven't done any packing, we leave in less the 6 hours, I haven't slept. Sounds like a good way to start a vacation to me.

In my diffence Erin just gave me her flash drive with a bunch of music so I've been transferring it to my laptop, not to mention she kept me out until 1:30 in the morning helping her move and listen to her bitch about her mom (who is admittedly very bitch worthy). Oh well, I had fun, and I didn't actually do much moving of anything, mostly we just talked, hah hah.

God I forgot how much I love Phantom Planet. Such an awesome band!

I'm very ADD at 4 in the morning.

So in Cape Cod we stay at a wonderful beach house, with no internet. It's terrible. (There's also no A.C.) There is a starbucks in town, but I probably won't be posting on here if I take my laptop there.

One of my friends just recently got engaged to her boyfriend of two years (finally!). It's all very exciting as I've been saying for the past year that those two need to get married already.
So last wednesday we had a potluck (mmm, potluck) at our friend Karla's apartment (which is soon to be my best friend Erin's apartment too). After the potluck, as me, Erin, and Sabrina (the girl getting married) are trying to figure out whose taking Sabrina home, Sabrina suddenly asks us something.

"Would you two like to be ushers at my wedding?"
"Sure." We both say.
"Aren't ushers usually guys?" I ask.
"Well, you're my guys, right?" Sabrina is very odd I should mention.
So now I get to be an usher at a wedding.

Then she sends out an email, she's been testing palettes of colors at some weird color website and wants our opinion (the bridesmaids and ushers). In the email she says that ushers (me and Erin only apparently) won't have to wear special dresses (think you Jesus!) but we'll be given corsages to show that we belong to the wedding mafia (her exact words).
It made me laugh.
I have a vision of us all wearing fedora's to the wedding (dyed to match our shoes of course) and having guns strapped to our thighs under the dresses.