"Ponytails will get you tail, just keep it out of my mai tai..."

Oh, what a glorious weekend.

On Friday Mike and I headed down to Seattle after he got off work so I could go see Chev and have her fix my heinous hair. And that was worth about 1,000 Manolos. Seriously. Afterward we went to Southcenter to check out H&M and only had like an hour to do so. So much shit. Oh my god. I wanted all these goddamn jackets but I couldn't afford them and I wouldn't let Mike buy them for me. Heh! Maybe after my last paycheck. A turquoise peacoat? I mean, COME ON! I NEED IT! It was SO fucking sexual on me. GUH. After that we went back to Mike's and went to sleep.

On Saturday we met up with Hannah at her mom's place in Silver Lake. Ate copious amounts of lumpia and ponset. OH MY GOD. I'm in love with filipino foodz. Went to Nate's later on and drank in the lobby of his apartment complex. Went tanning and eventually got kicked out 'cause the security guy had to close it down. HEH. After like 5-6 beers, we decided to go to this bar in Aurora. Or Shoreline. I'm really not sure where it was. But apparently Mike, Nate and I had 35 drinks and Nate was paying for all of it. Needless to say, I blacked out the ride back to Nate's (but Hannah was asleep in the car while we were in the bar and drove, so no worries). I was told I was screaming along to Motley Crue and screaming at people out the window. Nate and I were asking people for Grey Poupon at stop lights.

MY. GOD. I really don't remember any of this. I don't remember the car ride, I don't remember going back up to Nate's apartment, and I don't remember passing out on the couch. This is bad. Very bad.

Woke up the next morning on the couch when we had to leave to take Nate to work. How he was able to go in, I have no idea. I felt like DOGSHIT. Took Hannah back to her mom's, stopped down the street to puke up the ponset from the night before (which has rice noodles in it and they were still INTACT, even though the Dick's I had after that was nowhere to be found). Went to Mike's gramma's, which was amusing as FUCK. She's fucking HILARIOUS. Went to the Spirit halloween store, an asian grocery store, Olive Garden, Toys 'R' Us, Half Price Books, then back to Hannah's to kidnap her and then to Joshy's house. He crashed Neil's car the night before and got a DUI, so he was all curled up on the couch in his bar/basement covered in blood. Holy balls. Didn't drink that night, except for a rum and coke with less than a shot of rum in it. So that's good. But after we went back to Mike's and went to sleep, I kept waking up in the midst of panic attacks. I dunno what that was all about. Scary shit. I thought I was going to die. Very much so.

Woke up today after Mike got home from work. The night before I realized my car keys were missing. FUCK. Looked everywhere. Couldn't find them. Texted Josh to ask if he'd seen them ('cause Mike and I passed out for a little bit on the couch). Nope. My car keys are fucking gone. So Mike had to drive me home so I could pick up my spare, then drive me back to his house so I could leave. UGHHHH. FUCK. BLACKOUTS. Hopefully someone finds them and mails them 'cause I have like, two keychain cards on them for stores. Honestly, I'm not really even worried about the keys themselves. Just the fucking VINTAGE KEYCHAINS on them that my Grampa gave me when I got the car. I'm really stressing about those.

So from Mike's I went to Gramma and Grampa's, had some foodz and tried to figure out if I'm really going to Texas or not on the 5th (Mike, Hannah and I were supposed to fly down there so we could pick up her truck and drive it back up here in shifts). I'm not. I thought Grampa had a plane ticket for me from when we were supposed to drive down to Texas last summer in Brandon's car and fly back up, and he does, but it turns out there's a $150 re-booking fee. Which is bullshit. It sucks, 'cause I really really wanna go, but there's no way in hell I can afford a $200 plane ticket. Especially considering I only have $124 to my name until the 10th.

Soooo. Turns out I'm gonna be here for my birthday, but the one person I wanted to celebrate with is gonna be out of state. Worst. Birthday. EVER.

*angst*

I'm drinking double piña coladas out of a Pom glass. Classy. I'm headed to Piña Coladaburg. SOMEBODY STOP MEHHH!!!

What's planned for tomorrow? I really don't know. But I want to get started on cleaning out my old room 'cause I don't know how much longer I can sleep on a couch :/ And maybe I'll go pounce on Mike's head or something.