Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Hiding the fact you're dead again.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

New Found Glory knows how I feel about half of my clients:"I went to your house, but you weren't home. I'm sure you've convienently shut off your phone"

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

When you need a boy around you just for the summer, don't come knocking on my door

As all of you know, I'm waiting for my tires to get done. They finished with my car about 15 minutes ago and I don't know what in the world is taking so long. 

I've been listening to New Found Glory all day and pop punk is really the only thing that's keeping me going at the moment. It's kind of annoying not having anyone to hate. I have all of this excess angst that i wasn't able to get rid of this summer. The pop punk helps. 

But really, what are these tire guys doing?  I know it's shift change so maybe they forgot about my car? I'm nervous to see how expensive this will be. Like almost a paycheck WHY DO I EVEN WORK? 

All I want to do is just get home and watch more Revenge. 

Oh they're driving my car up to the parking lot. Finally 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

You don't know what he means to me, Jolene.

Two things: why am I always so quick to take people back after they're not that great to me and why do your friends use you? 

Maybe it's me because I'm not much of a giver. Giver of feelings, giver of funds, giver of fake-ness. 

Oh well, whatever. 

Side note, this blog isn't about relationships with boyfriends. 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

You're starting to bore me baby, why'd you only call me when you're high?

I went to get Chinese tonight with my friend and I was saying all this stuff about how odd being 26-30 is. I feel like people always talk about your early 20's as being some trial and error period, finding out who you are, and such. But that's how it's supposed to be. You're supposed to do weird and stupid things, make mistakes, date stupid people, spend a lot of money, get bad grades, live at home, etc. But then you get old. And I know that people over the age of 50 get mad when we refer to ourselves as "old", but sometimes that's just how I feel.
But then there is this weird limbo period when you turn 26 and you have no idea what is going on. I still feel so young and that I have so much in front of me. I could pick up and move to a different city, I can change jobs as often as I want. I can go out and get super drunk on a Tuesday night and still function on Wednesday morning. I have enough money that I can not worry about spending $80 on a shirt or spend $15 dollars on a mixed drink at a concert. I don't really have anything to worry about and it's great.
I'm guessing this blog doesn't have a point.
But my friend is 29. 29 seems so old. Like you should be having grandchildren. It feels like it's that old. Then again, it doesn't. That's three years away, two if I'm feeling awkward and telling people I'm 27. Ashleigh doesn't seem like she's 28. Andrew doesn't seem like he's 29. I feel like everyone is getting older and I'm still 22, but I can't even be around 22 year olds without wanting to wring their necks. It's this weird juxtaposition. Maybe... because I'm not really sure what that word means.
Don't people who are in their early 20's seem so young? Like can you even carry on a conversation that isn't about how women make less money than men or about police brutality. Like let's talk about how your credit score is so low it's embarrassing. Ya need ta go back and get your degree cause you can't work in retail forever, we all have student loans. *welcome to the real world she said to me, condescendingly*
But then that's another thing, complacent people. If you're not happy, why don't you do something about it? I mean, I do complain about work a lot and boys a lot and how fat I am and how ugly I am. Somethings I change (jobs), somethings I can't change (boys) and some things I really don't care about (fat and ugly...can't really change ugly). When I worked at Best Buy, there was this guy, James, and I was feeling very down and he just basically told me to stop complaining and change it. So I did. I got a new job, moved on up to the south side, to a deluxe new job at the Bradley Center. It sucked, but it was a move up.
What I'm trying to say is, I think that we all just have so much time left in our lives (God willing) that we should just do what we want.
As I say that I'm just going to sit here and listen to FOB.

In other news, I was going through my posts on Tumblr and I posted this Arctic Monkeys cover that Miley did and I forgot how perfect it was.
Literally perfect:

Miley will always be perfect though. Unless she's sticking her tongue out. That could cease. But God. At the end when she sings "Why'd you onnnnly ever call me when you're highhhhhhh" she makes me want to die it's so good. 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

mama fight my teenage dreams

I think you all know by this point that I'm obsessed with "Centuries". I had tears in my eyes hearing it for the first time. I'm also PMSing so I basically cry at everything anyway. But this song is so amazing. I knew it was going to be good, but not this good. There are a lot of elements from their last few CD's, but it's also very different. I spend a lot of time on Tumblr (which, if you didn't know, is a website that is meant for 16 year old girls who like to post selfies and call themselves ugly, feminists, kids that like Supernatural and Dr. Who and then there's me) and I've been searching FOB basically all the time. People keep saying they don't like this song and clearly they're having a seizure, because I think it's impossible to not like this jam. I just keep thinking about how much fun I will have singing this song at the top of my lungs in 2015. Except it's already almost 2015 and I can't handle that. 
It's like the time I told my client that I was 27 because I had an awkward moment/brain lapse. I'm almost 27...in like 9 months. 

I did go see Demi Lovato last night with my friend and some of her friends. I had such high hopes. Actually, I was really really hoping to see Tokyo Police Club as they're up there on my favorite bands that I need to see before I die (up there with Third Eye Blind and Hanson). But when  my friend told me the date of the Demi concert, she said Sept 2 and TPC was Sept 9th. Two weeks of concerts! What?! Yes. 
It didn't work out as they were both on the same night and I already RSVP'd to Demi, so to Demi I went. I'm not saying that I didn't have fun, but I wasn't impressed. Demi's voice is great, we all know that, but the whole thing was just one big advertisement. She was endorsing tampon's, chapstick and her friendship bands. I feel like this whole world tour is just her petitioning for canonization. Like, we get it. You went to Africa and had a good time. I'm not trying to minimize what she did, but I think that you sort of defeat the purpose if you continually talk about how great you are for going over there. I do good things every day for people, but you don't hear me talking about it. And yes, I just compared filling out food stamps applications to Demi empowering women. 
Anyway, she came out with a bang singing my favorite, "I Really Don't Care" because it accurately sums up how I feel about males at the moment. The only problem was it took her about 40 minutes to start her damn show after her opener. Like WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK THERE YOUR STAGE IS SET. Her boobs were about to pop out the whole time and she talked wayyyyy too much. I hate when bands talk, that's probably why I love FOB so much. They say about 15 words the whole concert. Then there was about 40 minutes in the middle of her set where she sang all of these slow songs, played some classical piano solos (again, had to be a spotlight about how good of a piano player she was in a 20 minute speech about how much she wanted to show her personality and how she was more than her mental illness). She sang an acoustic version of "La La Land", which I loved. and then a medley of some of her older songs, but with a more mature arrangement, which I also liked. I sat down for most of the show. The girls behind me WERE LITERALLY CRYING when she sang "Warrior". I feel like she saved all of her energy for "Skyscraper" because every other song she either forgot the lyrics, was winded, or the mic cut out. She relied so much on her back up singers, I'm not sure if she even sang anything. Then she tried to do "Thriller" AND HER DANCERS DIDN'T EVEN DO THE DANCE. THEY DIDN'T DO THE DANCE. Like how you gonna make up your own dance to an iconic song? Again, she must have forgotten the lyrics because she missed a whole verse. Git it together, Demi. 

I guess she did put on a good show, and like I said, I did enjoy myself. I'm not complaining in the least, even though it probably sounds like it. 

I'm just so far up on a FOB high that nothing can compare. 

In other news, I'm getting sick. So there's that fun bit of business. 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

stop burning bridges, drive off of them.

I went downtown last night for my friend's birthday. I didn't even realize there were restaurants open downtown past 5 pm, let alone on the weekends. Downtown Pittsburgh is solely for the corporate world. It's a ghost town once the yuppies clock out for the day. 
Whitney and I got there early (surprisingly) and we walked around town, sidestepping the bums and old black ladies waiting for the bus. We did go into this bar, looked new and trendy, and got $3 "mystery beers". I'm trying not to drink (I didn't drink at all this past week since I got back from Toledo) and I'm proud to say that I only had one mystery beer (and some of everyone else's beers throughout the night, but hey, it's a start).  We then went to the restaurant that was downtown.
I was under the impression that our reservation was at 7, although we didn't get seated until about 9. It was an odd restaurant. The bottom floor was this place where the only entree was a variation of a meatball sub (not even complaining), there was a middle floor that is being transformed into a pizza shop (this place only opened in July) and then a rooftop bar where we sat a majority of the night. They had a decent draft list that I was basically salivating over, but no, I was driving and I decided that tonight I wouldn't drink and drive. I'm also just trying to not drink so much as I'm assuming that is what attributed to my massive weight gain after my massive post college weight loss. Gained back double because of my alcoholism. Anyway, the rooftop bar had a retractable roof. It was raining so it was a closed glass roof, but still was cool. We finally got seated almost two hours later and then had our meatball subs. This was the smallest sammich I've ever eaten. All of the skinny girls couldn't even finish their subs. What? I wasn't even full. I spent 8 dollars on four buffalo balls, but it was worth it. I split that with Whitney so we both had two. Then I got my meatball paninni. It had two meatballs on a small roll for 7.50. Highway robbery? I think so. Everyone else got poutine and I was pretty jealous at first, until I tried the buffalo balls then I was glad I skipped the fries/gravy/cheese calorie ordeal. Back to the sandwich. There was nothing on the bread other than meatballs. I felt jipped, because while the meatballs were amazing, come on. I'm not trendy enough to have nothing on my bread other than meat and I'm not a dipper. You got a side of sauce ( I unfortunately picked "Government Cheese") that you dipped your balls into. 

Whatever. What else was I doing? It was nice to feel trendy for two hours. 

P.S this new Lana CD sucks. 

P.P.S I've been drinking these cute fruit infused waters all weekend. 

Thursday, September 4, 2014

hell or glory, I don't want anything in between.

why not
  • 1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
    • My female cousin? Why not. My grandma thinks that's what we're doing when we're sleeping together
  • 2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
    • I guess so.
  • 3. Have you taken someones virginity?
    • So many. 
  • 4. Is trust a big issue for you?
    • I have bigger fish to fry
  • 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
    • Sadly, I like no on.
  • 6. What are you excited for?
    • Apparently FOB has new music coming before the end of the year.
  • 7. What happened tonight?
    • It's only 6:19, so not much. 
  • 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
    • Well, that's the story of my life. Except I don't get that drunk anyway.
  • 9. Is confidence cute?
    • I think that not caring what everyone thinks about you is cute. But not thinking you're God's gift to earth. 
  • 10. What is the last beverage you had?
    • Black tea with lemon.
  • 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
    • I guess the males in my family. 
  • 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
    • Basically.
  • 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
    • Go out for a friend's birthday.
  • 14. What are you going to spend money on next?
    • Let's be honest. Food or clothes. 
    • 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
      • No
  • 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
    • I can't imagine I will. 
  • 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
    • I'm pretty comfortable with all of my sisters/Alex and Jamie and Marissa. I tell them almost everything. 
  • 18. The last time you felt broken?
    • I can't remember. I don't think ever. 
  • 19. Have you had sex today?
    • Like ten times.
  • 20. Are you starting to realize anything?
    • Nope. I know everything. 
  • 21. Are you in a good mood?
    • I have chips and tea and FOB, so yes.
    • 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
      • No
  • 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?
    • Yes. 
  • 24. What do you want right this second?
    • To not be fat. And a new job. 
  • 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
    • I don't like/love anyone so everyone can kiss away. 
  • 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
    • Of course not. 
  • 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
    • I certainly have. 
  • 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
    • My grandma's craziness. 
  • 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
    • Noooooooooooo/.
  • 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
    • No. No one does, but I keep giving them.
  • 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
    • Hate is a strong word, but I really really really don't like him (at the moment). 
  • 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
    • My invisible, imaginary boyfriend? Yes. He has major feelings for me. 
  • 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
    • Oh, no. I drink it all day. 
  • 34. Listening to?
    • FOB
  • 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
    • If I have one handy. 
  • 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
    • Probably at work. Or being an idiot. 
  • 37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
    • Nope. 
  • 38. Who did you last call?
    • My darling sister but she ignored me. 
  • 39. Who was the last person you danced with?
    • Uhhh...
  • 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
    • He was leaving my house. 
  • 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
    • Ate one? My friend makes them all the time. So whenever that was. 
  • 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
    • I never get to see them. 
  • 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
    • I'm sure. I'm sure. 
  • 44. Do you tan in the nude?
    • I don't tan, okay?
  • 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
    • No
  • 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
    • Via text, yes. 
  • 47. Who was the last person to call you?
    • One of my clients. Does that count? If not, probably Jamie. 
  • 48. Do you sing in the shower?
    • No.
  • 49. Do you dance in the car?
    • No.
  • 50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
    • No.
  • 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
    • Senior year of college. 
  • 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
    • I love them. 
  • 53. Is Christmas stressful?
    • Nope. 
  • 54. Ever eat a pierogi?
    • I am from Pittsburgh.
  • 55. Favorite type of fruit pie?
    • I hate all fruit pies. 
  • 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
    • Doctor. Hilarious, right? Teacher though, for real. 
  • 57. Do you believe in ghosts?
    • Sure, why not. 
  • 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
    • Yes. 
  • 59. Take a vitamin daily?
    • I eat chips daily. 
  • 60. Wear slippers?
    • Of course. Wearin' that leopard print. 
  • 61. Wear a bath robe?
    • No, they creep me out. 
  • 62. What do you wear to bed?
    • underwear and a tank top. 
  • 63. First concert?
    • N-Sync.
  • 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
    • Is this a real question?
  • 65. Nike or Adidas?
    • Don't care. 
  • 66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
    • Crunchy Cheetos or BBQ Fritos. Be specific. 
  • 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
    • Sunflower seeds. 
  • 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
    • I can't think of any right now. 
  • 69. Ever take dance lessons?
    • Nooo
  • 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
    • Graphic Designer, professor, manager at something that makes us rich. Anything that pays well, really. I don't care what he does as long as he's happy, rich and he loves me. 
  • 71. Can you curl your tongue?
    • Ya. 
  • 72. Ever won a spelling bee?
    • Of course not. 
  • 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
    • Every time I watch Dance Moms or see FOB. 
  • 74. What is your favorite book?
    • Catcher
  • 75. Do you study better with or without music?
    • I can't study. 
  • 76. Regularly burn incense?
    • Ew no. 
  • 77. Ever been in love?
    • Probably. 
  • 78. Who would you like to see in concert?
    • Third Eye Blind
  • 79. What was the last concert you saw?
  • 80. Hot tea or cold tea?
    • Either, usually hot. 
  • 81. Tea or coffee?
    • Coffee. 
  • 82. Favorite type of cookie?
    • The kind I make. 
  • 83. Can you swim well?
    • I don't drown. 
  • 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
    • Yes. 
  • 85. Are you patient?
    • I'm losing it. 
  • 86. DJ or band, at a wedding?
    • No wedding, but if I had to pick, band. 
  • 87. Ever won a contest?
    • Yes. 
  • 88. Ever have plastic surgery?
    • No. 
  • 89. Which are better black or green olives?
    • You can't ask me such hard questions. 
  • 90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
    • Do what you want. The only people judging you are Christians and that's against their religion. 
  • 91. Best room for a fireplace?
    • Living room. 
  • 92. Do you want to get married?
    • Yea.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me

I don't even know where some people get their nerve. There's one thing that boys can say to me that will completely turn me off. I put up with a lot of shit. A LOT of shit, but some sentences I can't tolerate. Like you've known me for 3+ years, I think you know the answer to your question. 
woody harrelson animated GIF
I usually just watch this gif over and over in my mind when people annoy me.  And I imagine they're that fat zombie and I'm Woody Harrelson. I'm sure it's not technically therapeutic to think this way, but it's really the only thing that calms me down. 
And I just ate a whole package of peanut butter filled pretzels.
My pants actually didn't feel tight this morning. I guess that feeling will be gone. 

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

it hurts so bad to hear such pretty words coming from somebody like you

I feel like I actually have fun things to blog about. What kind of life am I living? 
Marissa and I went to Toldeo, OH for Labor Day Weekend, stopping off in Scio, OH to drop off Alaina at Marissa's parent's house. 

My Friday started off very uneventful. Work was boring. I was very ready for it to be over before it even started. Then Marissa and Alaina came to pick me up and we headed out to Scio. We got there around 8:30 pm and we hung out with her parents for a bit. I sometimes forget how small and out of touch Scio is. Mostly I say this because I didn't get service the whole time I was there. 
Look in the corner. It actually says "no service". I don't know if this happens to other people, but I wasn't sure what to do. I had someone very important texting me.
We first started our night at Bob's Pub. You can walk there from Marissa's house. I've been there once or twice before and the last time I was there, everyone else got hit on (either because I'm that ugly or I just have a "don't talk to me" vibe) and it was fun. They only have beer in cans (gross beer mainly) and you can get a can of beer for $1.50. I'm used to paying $8.00 for a draft of IPA so even a Yeungling in a can for $2.00 is a good time. This time was a lot more exciting with a larger cast of characters. Marissa and I each had our favorite cheap beer and then I was like "let's get a strawberita". Bad idea in retrospect. 
We came to the bar with a $10.00 bill because I never carry cash and that's all Marissa had. I guess she isn't for asking her parents to give her money. I wasn't sure how we would get drunk on $10.00. So anyway, we each had one beer and one strawberita. If you didn't know, strawberita's have 8% alcohol. Which is a lot for such a tiny can.  So then we were about to give up, like "we're out of money, let's go back home" when Susan the bartender (she's so nice she introduced herself. Cute small town) said that some guy at the end of the bar bought us drinks. Marissa asked if we needed to thank him. I said no because that would involve talking to someone. So we just looked down the bar and sort of nodded. Then more came from somewhere and then some more. Then some guy started talking to Marissa and she's nice so she actually talks to creepy guys. But he kept buying us these dams strawberita's. None of them ever asked if we were getting physically sick off of these damn things that have so much sugar in them you can have three before your stomach starts to turn around. Apparently he told Marissa that his friend liked me while I was in the bathroom and then the guy walked away when I got there. So Marissa told me that guy with no teeth's friend wanted to talk to me. She said "he's the guy in the red shirt by the pool table". Apparently I shook my head and made a face and so then when I left to get service outside (nearly impossible) the original guy talking to Marissa started talking to her again and told her that his friend was done with me. 
Outside I saw the love of my life. Fat, long hair like a mermaid, huge beard and glasses. Probably dirty. His friend, named Crowbar, started talking to Marissa at the beginning of the night and he had no teeth so clearly I wasn't about that. So we keep going. This really old man, probably 70, was the only one who hit on me, but at least he bought us drinks. Strawberita's, of course. He kept touching my arm. I don't like being touched especially by gross old men. More drinks, it's okay.
So apparently the bar closes at 1:00 am. I didn't know that was a thing. But we were all filed out and then some guy named Billy that Marissa was chatting up while I went to the bathroom 7 times and tried to get service outside while hoping that the hot bearded guy would talk to me (it worked, kinda) told us that "everyone" was going to the sportsman club. What is that you ask? I can't even. 
Well, Billy was intoxicated? I wasn't sure. But the hot bearded guy and his friends were going to the sportsman club, so we were too. Billy told us he would drive us to the club. Apparently it's 2 miles up a hill or something. I'm not walking that in my Birkenstocks. So we have to walk down the street to Billy's house. Billy doesn't have a walkway. We go to the bathroom in his bathroom the size of my bedroom. Not in a nice, huge way. But in a there's a laundry room, and a tub and like 20 extra feet. So we get in Billy's minivan (he has three kids apparently and is "a good dad") and ride up to the sportsman club. 
That's Billy photobombing our picture. And yes, I looked really ugly. This bar had everything you could possibly need. Beer vending machines?
Confusing rules
I'm guessing this was because they didn't care if people under "21" were drinking. Like the drinking age is just a suggestion. 

Billy gave us each $5.00 to use in the vending machine, but people kept buying us beer anyway. So in the end, we got to keep the five dollars. I came out in the positive that night. I mean, what was I wearing? I love this town that someone would buy that a drink. 

Then HBG (hot beard guy) and I were playing some numbers game with his friend. I'm basically retarded, especially when I drink so that was probably embarrassing. Then this guy who was back at Bob's Pub came up to me and asked what was up and blah blah blah. Then I told him I was from Pittsburgh and he asked why I was in Scio. I told him we were on our way to Toledo. He asked why I was going to Canada. This was when our conversation ended. Now, I can understand if you're from the west coast or Florida or something, but if you live in a state I think you should know one of its biggest cities. Just guessing. Marissa got stuck talking to him for a while while I played the jukebox with our dear friend Billy. 

Then Marissa and I went outside with HBG and his friend and talked for about an hour. Then Billy came out and ruined our fun. I guess it was just a mutual time to go as it was 4:00 am. HBG was going to drive us home in his two seater convertible (how, I don't know)
but Billy was insistent on taking us back to Marissa's house. I'm sure HBG and his friend were high as they went out to smoke pot for a while, but it would've been better than Billy. Billy was actually a nice guy. He asked if we wanted Subway. We got home at 4:15 and talked to Marissa's mom and her brother for a while. Then we went to sleep, woke up, got ready and headed for Toledo. 

Tired as anything, coffee deprived, we arrive at the hotel. 
OUR ROOM ISN'T READY. We were supposed to check in at 3:00 and we got there a little after 4:00. The room wasn't ready till 5:00. Whatever. We went shopping cause there was an outdoor mall surrounding the hotel. Then we went to downtown Toledo after we checked in and showered and got ready for the concert. We found a parking lot with a big sign that says " PARKING $1.00". Parking was actually 10 dollars, but the guy let us park for six because that's all we had combined in cash. Thank you, Billy. We bought our tickets and then went to a tavern for dinner. Couldn't finish it because the Arby's on the drive up sort of did us in in a bad way. 
At the concert, we drank some more. The stand closest to where we were at the concert there was a cute boy, probably 18, but he became my best friend. First there was no Yuengling so I just got a Bud Light (it was against my better judgement, but that's what Marissa got and I just sorta panicked). It was gross, but I chugged it down and went into the venue. Paramore played and meh. We missed the opening act. Paramore would've been better but I only knew about two songs. I got the world's worst frozen margarita and then a Labatt Blue because there was STILL NO YUENGLING. I kept going back and the hot boy would say "we're still out". I'm glad he knew what I wanted. Anyway, we met this hilarious fat couple that were in their late 30's and we danced with them for a bit. The woman was insistent on getting me to the very front. We were close enough for me. I'm not 13, I know what they look like. As long as I can jam and drink and hear them, I don't care where I am. We were pretty close though. Closer than I've ever been before. We got general admission because it was like 15 extra dollars. 
I don't consider it a good FOB concert if I don't annoy at least ten people. I don't know why people get mad when other people are having fun. Why are you standing on the floor just not even having any fun. Go to a different concert or sit on the side. I just jump up and down and scream (can't talk afterwards) basically start a mini mosh pit. I call that my FOB happiness. I feel like that picture doesn't do it justice. I was so close I could see the lines in their aging faces. And Pete's ugly bleached hair. 

Anyway, that was the time of my life. 
Then we went back to the hotel and went to bed.

We went to the zoo the next day. And this amazing greek/wings place for lunch. I called it a gyro. I can't say hero because that's not what we say in Pittsburgh. We also got falafel.  It was awesome and super tiring. Then we went to the mall and I bought a lot. I bought like 6 bathing suits at Khols. So we went swimming and in the hot tub when we got home. First, we went to this amazing dinner. I got a pork burger with blue cheese and hot sauce and bacon and avocado. I didn't think heaven tasted like that. 

Then we went to bed and woke up and made our trek home. We stopped at Waffle House and my stomach did not like that. I had to barf at a gas station. We picked up Alaina and then they dropped me off in Pittsburgh. 

All in all, it was a lot of fun. I'm still tired and I didn't want to go to work today.