People=

S H I T.

I love my manager;

Case and point.

2 weeks;

Of my life, summed up.

Pretty much;

"The saddest thing in life is wasted talent, and the choices that you make will shape your life forever."

In love;

End of story.

I DON'T KNOW

If I want to attend all 3 days of Coachella or not but I mean, MORRISSEY...worth it.

Best night;

Ever. Genre didn't have that many people but being wasted wasn't too bad. Met the dopest girl, ever. Note to self: When a black dude buys you a triple shot of patrone, DON'T give him your right number.

My party;

For my birthday was so much fun. Played a couple rounds of beer pong, had some shots, good times with good friends.

I'll post pictures later.

I hate today;

Today has hands down been the worst birthday ever. I got in a huge fight with my mom yesterday and in a huge one with her today. Basically what my night is going to consist of is getting Chipotle and getting trashed at Cal Arts. How classy. Anyway, I'm too fucking lazy to go to the gym even though I didn't go yesterday either. It's my motherfucking birthday. I just want to get wasted and piss the fucking night away. 

On the bright side, I'm treating myself to these bomb shoes. Maybe I should buy myself a punching bag, having maddd anger issues isn't flattering. 

Time flies;

When you're stuck in last year.

Jeeze, these pictures were taken last February. 

CRAZYYYYY.

ps, 21 in 20 minutes.

Fuck today;

Day from fucking hell.

UGH, NOT stoked on my birthday tomorrow.

It's probably going to blow.

WHATEVER.

I forgot how good the Aquabats are.

:D

Up early;

Time for class. 

My first class in at the Canyon Country campus which is 3 minutes from my house but then, my dumbass thought it would be an amazing idea to take a class that starts at 11:10 ALL the way at the Valencia campus. Pretty much I have to make it to Valencia in 15 minutes.

FML.

My birthday is coming up, 21 never looked so sweet.

Note to self;

Stop dating ugly dudes.

Thanks.