You know it's bad when you step outside the door and scream not caring who hears or sees you. I can't anymore.

We had a hair dying party Friday before a night of drinks and me falling around.



And now I'm a brunette.



I wish the hot dogs I ate had faces and 7 kids.

I am the most impatient human being imaginable.

I HATE waiting. Agshjkdlsd.



I got my romper today. I'm obsessed. I want more. It's all I'll wear all summer, although I can't imagine it'll be easy to go to the bathroom in. And that could be a problem.

I need to:

Color my hair.
Start eating healthier.
Start bringing my own lunch to work.
Cut down on my caffeine intake.
Walk/jog almost every night this summer with Daniella.
Stop drinking copious amounts of Budweiser.
Stop over thinking.
Start making moves on my license.
Start being 100% happy with myself.
Clean my room.
Get one of these adorable rompers (I'm personally leaning towards choice 3):





Ew I just figured out how much I spend each week at work alone and it's absolutely disgusting. I won't even share.

I had a fabulous weekend. I love my friends.

I wish I could be as awesome as Bethenny Frankel or Jill Zarin.

It's so hard to hear it. I know what I'm doing and I know how it looks. But maybe sometimes you have to hear it, especially from an unlikely person. I'm still young and still make mistakes. One day I'll get over it.

There's one question though. Why? I wish I could just know everything for a day. Not only to help out myself, but the rest of my friends too.

Why

do none of my texts that I submit to textsfromlastnight.com never get posted? It frustrates me, they're pretty good ones too.

Yesterday was a good day. City shopping with Liz and beers with the CQ.

I can't deal. Sometimes I question the decisions I make and who I affiliate myself with.

I saw mall security riding on a Segway and this was all I could think of:

Weooooh

pictures!

Celebrating Cinco de Mayo with 4 dollar beers and margaritas and free nachos.

No words.

My most favorite person in the woorrrlllld<3.

And of course pictures from GaGa which you can find here and here.

Oh and I have the icky. This is an exciting development!

It's all figured out.

"I know but Sam you always end up liking these douchebags even though you know it's not worth it...which it never is."
"All I meet are douchebags."

Liz and I have figured out life right there.

Fuck

this rain and being sick and not having the ability to breathe.

This

has been the most unreal week in my life.

But I kinda enjoy it.