Why Work on an Essay when

You can find so many creative ways to waste time??

But seriously play around with this b1tch. I think it's like the interweb version of that thing Little Boots plays. I don't know, it's cool.

Ffuucckk

Ok so we went to Thunderheist last night.  

Here we at my house beforehand:

I remember the crowd being lame the first time at The Pyramid, but that's another story.  So, I had spent quite a large portion of time right by the front, anticipating the band.  But, whatever, duh I went outside for a bit.  Upon my return, I tried to join a few friends in the front and this guy FLIPS HIS SHIT.

He was wearing a grey wife beater and a necklace and had spiked his hair.

He was like "NO, NO WAY.  I EARNED THIS!"  Repeatedly. 

He should try earning a ticket on a time machine back to 1999, because I'm sure b44 is missing him GREATLY.  So, in front of me was this horrible dude was kicking Lexi in the shins while "dancing", possibly in an attempt to gain more space?  I'm not sure what the motivation to kick a girl in the shins is.

So I snapped his ridiculous sweat band.  But it was gross and sweaty. Point: Horrid fat guy.

Emma, I have some bad news.  This is what happened to my lipstick last night:

 

It fell out of my bag and got trampled.  At least I found my phone, but my lipstick could sadly not be saved.

RIP Dubonet lipstick 2008-2009.

You served us well.

Oh yeah, Thanks for the permanent burn scar, Jonny Wilson:

Things this means about my life now:

-I have to wear a wedding dress with elbow-length sleeves

-psychological trauma

I looked up the cost of scar revision of surgery, and I'll be needing $500-3000.  Thanks.