Things Change

And it's inevtiable. EVERYONE changes. Sad enough to say, things will never stay the same; as much as I, and im sure everyone else, would want it to.

Anyways, this week has been pretty fun. On Wednesday I went to LA with Chuck, Kris, and Franky to go see Set Your Goals and Final Fight at the Troubadour. Super fun. I socked this one faggot, and slapped another. Franky clipped the one I slapped, cause he tried to be tough with Chuck and I. Hahaha. After the show, we went to Tommy's to have a bite, cause we were all starving. As soon as we got there, we noticed a drunk bum; he was stumbling all over the parking lot and would fall flat on his ass. As soon as we walked in, he came in right after us. He had his little portalbe radio on, but...was also wearing head phones? After he started harrassing the costumers for some cash money, one of the workers threw him out. 2 minutes later, he came in through the other door, walked around the resaurant and wakled outt the door. o_O I guess that's what happens when you're a drunk bum, living in Hollyhood.

Thursday was the last day of Winter Intersession...I think I passed the class with a C, or hopefully, a B. Later that night, I went to Norwalk to help Natalie with Ramiro's cake. We rolled out some fondant, and ended up making this:
I ended up leaving Natalie's house like around 12. -__- with a purple hand, because making black fondant, isn't that dope. ahha.

Friday, it was "Friday the 13th" aka Ramiro's 25th Birthday. D: ahha. We had a "surprise" dinner and party for him. We actually pulled it off. Way dope. Way too much alcohol and way too much beer pong. Natalie and I beat the Mexican Champs. :D We're terrible winners. Hahahha. After a night of Irish carbombs, Beer pong, and beer mixed with Jameson, we were all done. The night ended up hanging around a fire pit, laughing our asses off at 1am; seemed like 4am, since we partied at 9pm.
Saturday, woke up feeling a bit sluggish. That's what I get for a night of raging. hahah. I got ready at around 5ish, and got to the Glass House at around 7. Luckily Chuck got there at 6 and got us tickets before it sold out. The show was alright. Bummed that The Acacia Strain was whatevs. -__- I wore fucking moccasins, thinking that it wasn't be that crazy... boy was I fucking wrong. Both of my feet are bruised and cut up. And my back is super sore.

Today, woke up sore. But early. About 1ish. :D Haha, so I asked my mom if we could go looking for a mattress me. Ended up getting one, and it's coming in this thursday. WAY STOKED. So, for those of you who knows how my current one feels, my new one will be amazing. I'm getting a pillowtop mattress. :] and I got 2 new bras. hhhaha.

But that's it for now...