Concerts, Love & Stupidity.

February 8th, 2011.
I saw Linkin Park for the first (and probably) last time with my younger (17yr old) sister. I'm not a huge fan like she is, but Chester Bennington is definatly a beautiful site.

A week after that, Valentine's Day.
Boyfriend surprises me. I wake up in his arms, a nice treat considering he lives almost forty five minutes away from me. Good think I slept on the couch; my room was a mess. We spend practically all day together. He takes me to Timmy's to get my morning coffee, to a nice little cafe for lunch. Dinner at Boston Pizza. He pays for it all. I felt so cheap, giving him a CD and two cupcakes when he gave me a teddy and a box of expensive chocolates. I told him I didnt want anything for my birthday. Turns out I'm too late for that.

Today, February 15, 2011.
I had plans with my best girlfriend, Lauren. Not only have I canceled on her about ten times, but today was a special day for her. We were going to see our mutual friend at his final resting place. But .... i can't go, and it kills me inside. Why? Because by going to his resting place, I would miss the train to the Bon Jovi concert im going to with my older sister. So, not only did I bail, but now I may not even be going. Why?

Cause I'm fucking sick. Wore ripped, soaked and generally ratty converse all day today, and forgot my jacket at my place. Boyfriend only had his jacket, but even then being cuddled against him waiting for the train wasn't enough to keep my feet warm ): If I dont throw up tomorrow, I'll go to the concert. then i'll go to ryan's resting place and let him now how bad of a friend I am. He can smite me, and I'll be happy.

Rant's over. Hooray?