ten things that must go.

Here is a teeny tiny list of ten things that I would like to see never again.

1. People walking around barefoot at in the office. You know what never crosses my mind when I'm at my place of work being professional? Taking off my shoes and socks and walking around.
2. When girls call their boyfriends (or boys in general) "boy toy." I think it's rude and it sounds tacky and a bit childish.
3. Days that have only 24 hours in them. I think days would be better if they had 34 hours in them.
4. Expensive groceries. I like to buy groceries but I don't like having to choose if I want a full pantry or an empty bank account.
5. Spiders in my apartment.
6. People who say they can't talk to anybody before they have their coffee. Usually if they say that, I don't like to talk to them period.
7. Small dogs.
8. People who would rather look at the wall or act distracted instead of saying hi to break the awkward walk down a narrow hallway.
9. Coconut flavored anything.
10. The song, Don't Stop Believing by Journey.

one bus ride later.

On Thursday night, we stepped onto a bus in Salt Lake City and fifteen hours later, we were stepping off that same bus in L.A. It was only supposed to be eleven hours but the bus had some issues. A lot of people think an eleven to fifteen hour bus ride sounds frightful and daunting but I truly enjoy long rides. Plenty of time to stare out the window and think, listen to music, talk and watch the guy across the aisle on the bus with pretzel crumbs on his shirt sleep with his face jammed against the window. I have more pictures to show you prove to you that I really was in L.A than your parents have of you on your first day of school standing in front of the fireplace. but right now, I wanted to give you a short list of some things that happened on the way there, there, and the way back.

+Bus breaks down. Obviously.
+I slept on the floor on the bus and used a roll of paper towels for a pillow. I don't know what it means that it was probably one of the best nights of sleep I've ever slept.
+There was a guy on the bus who looked like Jim Morrison. Hair and all. Oh yeah.
+I found an 'Elvis Presley Blvd' keychain at a gas station.
+The walk from our hotel to Venice Beach was soo far that the bottom of my place have been replaced with blisters.
+I think our hotel room was haunted. Unless all hotels in California have yawning noises coming from the closet at 3AM.
+We stood in the ocean for the first time in 2011!
+Somebody went #2 on the bus bathroom. I thought it was unspoken rule that you don't go #2 when you are on a bus ride that is 11+ hours. We should find the person who did this crime and lock them in there as a punishment. I'm afraid this smell will never leave my nose or memory.
+Drove through Las Vegas.
+ Ate at iHop. Twice.
+We ate a huge bag of gummy bears. Wahoooo!

That is all for now. To be continued tomorrow. The next space is a silence dedicated for all the lives lost because of September 11th. xoxo

have your tickets ready.

I was at The Venue tonight waiting in line to see... drdrdrdrddrdrdr (that's my drumroll noise, okay?)

The Arctic Monkeys!

You are going to have to believe me and take my word for it because I didn't have my camera with my to provide you with photo evidence.

I find that I go through 3 different stages when I am at a concert.

The first stage. I am excited, thrilled. I arrive early to get a good spot and a kickin' view of the stage. I am sending texts to my friends bragging that I am about to go see *insert concert here* I am thinking to myself all the songs I hope they play. I am observing the stage thinking to myself how cool it is that so many bands have played on that stage. Having buyers remorse over spending what I did on the band tshirt.

The second stage. I am annoyed of standing and waiting. I am wondering what on Earth could possibly take a band so long to come out on stage. Bored of watching the stage crew testing the equipment. My impatient self is wondering if I could sell the tickets outside the door because I would rather sell them instead of waiting one minute longer. I am also annoyed that the only water in the joint is 3 bucks. Being hydrated at concerts is expensive.

The third stage. The band finally arrives on stage. I am happy and jumping and screaming and singing and swaying. Look around wondering why no one else is swaying yet. I go back to bragging via text and via Facebook. I stare at the band in amazement that the band that live in my iPod is right there in front of me. I am happy I didn't sell my tickets. 

You know it's a great concert when  your ears are still ringing 3 hours later. 

Hi Arcitc Monkeys in a boat! Thanks for concerting tonight in Salt Lake. I like you.

Oh and today is the first day of June. Let the birthday countdowns begin! 24 days left of being 21. 

yeah...

I survived the Blogger blackout of 2011!!!!