An Album I'll Always Love

All Time Low's Put Up Or Shut Up I choose you! If I'd have to spend my entire life listening to only this album I would.

put up or shut up

All I know is that I always go back to that album. I can listen to all the songs on repeat and sing along to all the words. Plus most of the songs on the album have sentimental value to them.



I'm pretty sure I can just block out the world and close my eyes and just allow for the music to surround me. Sure listening to it at the volume I do will make me lose hearing but I don't care.



Besides, my bestie and I want to be 86 years old and causing trouble at our nursing home. No worries we'll be burning rubber on our tricked out mopeds and singing Break Out! Break Out! at the top of our lungs as we escape the security guards and personnel.



Hey a girl can dream.

Needs, Wants, and I'll nevers

I need to get out and do something today.

I need to buy my dad's Christmas gift.

I need to change out of my PJs and get dressed.

I need to go see my nephew that was born yesterday.

Born December 18, 2010

Ryan Damien Rosales

I'll never find a better drug than blasting my music and getting lost while dancing around my room.

I need to unpack my crap. After all I have another 3 weeks here.

I need to get a job for the break.

I want to do something today.

Dealing with myself is more difficult than packing

You'd think with it being my second year that I'd be a pro at packing, but how do you pack for a month. Especially with this bipolar Texas weather. Sure the next few days are to be warm, but then you're slapped across the face with a cold front. So in go the shorts and tanks, but you got to bring a coat and cardigans. Now the shoes part. Yeah being a girl is so damn difficult.

Matchbox Twenty blasting out of the speakers and I find the whole packing to be stupid. So here I am in the middle of packing, and by that I mean my bed piled with clothes like crazy. I'm sure it's daunting now and by the time it's in the bag I'll realize that I was making to much of a big deal. This is me we're talking about. I bitch and complain and when it's done I realize that I was being a drama queen and should just shoot myself for being dumb.

Well I'm about to woman up and get packed for tomorrow morning. Guess I'll be home for Christmas!!!

I'm no longer a teenager...

Yay! My birthday was yesterday, and aside from the fake happy birthday wishes that people send only because facebook reminds them my day was good. Now I didn't do anything crazy for my 20th birthday in fact it was quite chill. I went to go see the wind symphony to support one of my friends and a quiet dinner with Sara.

However, nothing felt out of the norm. Yes, going to a concert isn't an everyday thing but I didn't feel any different. I didn't do anything crazy because after all I will save that for next year when I'm 21, but the day didn't feel special. Perhaps 20 isn't as significant of an age as other age milestones in our culture today.

I still feel my 19 year old self. I know I'm not supposed to automatically change just because I'm a year older, but it seems that my birthday this year lacked a certain feeling that my other 19 had. May it be because I realize I'm getting older, or that time is passing fast and that next year I'll be a junior.

Whatever it is, I haven't figured out why I have this bothersome feeling.

However, I did love my birthday and a smile never left my face. Although the impending finals coming up soon may have a little to do with the nagging feeling in the back of my head. Oh to be a college student.

Perhaps it won't hit me until next week when I have finals out of the way.