Watch me strike a match on all my wasted time

So Lauren and Catherine are teaching me to holler again, since I forgot.

I am obsessed with the new TGS bc it's oh so quotable (and it helped me brush up on my white girl gangster).

I feel like this whole ordeal will be better than the last one because I will be able to wipe away and pretend I never met everyone involved with it a lot easier than the last time. I hope it doesn't come to that, but at least this time my life will simply begin a new chapter instead of being purposefully ruined by other parties. 

I've officially broken out the Taylor Swift music I own. Next it will be Kelly Clarkson. Then I will hate all men. 

I'm doing that thing where I cancel on social engagements in order to save gas. I mean, hanging out with Josh wasn't so social as it was creepy, but still, I didn't have to come over to the Raleys yesterday afternoon, but think of the gas I saved by coming directly here from Spring Hill as opposed to going home and THEN coming here this evening. Lynzee wants to hang out tomorrow, but seeing as I have to be here at the Raleys' by 5ish, I see no point in driving all of the way home tonight and then back here tomorrow. Lynzee can meet me at the Shell Station is she wants to see me so badly.

I need a new text buddy. You know, that guy friend who you text pretty much all day every day simply because you have nothing better to do than update each other on th goings ons in your life? Catherine has Jordin and Brett and Lauren has Matt Hayes and Taylor. None of my best guy friends text because they suck. I wish I had Kevin Swenson's number because I know I could find more than a few things to talk to him about (like his overall hotttttt mess status) haha. 

I'm going to Lynzee's graduation and party on Friday and will be accompanied by Brett and bby Ashton. Jealous, ladies?