my hangover cures

one of my best friends turned 21 on wednesday so i pretty much died. like, we were cut-off at the bar. i've NEVER been cut-off before. buuuuut it was for the best because we got home and i was somehow more drunk than she was and was acting a fool in my living room. so needless to say i was in pain yesterday and the only two things that made me feel better both came from my big duck, A.

i usually don't like things that make me seem like a typical bitch but there are some exceptions, and one of them is the hunger games. i am obsessed with this shit for real. i got so excited when i saw the posters i almost threw up. that could have just been the hangover though. but for serious, i DIE for cinna.

the other girly shit that i'm obsessed with is jazzy nails. i go fucking nuts for glitter nail polish and when my sister told me to look at the muppets opi collection i thought it was only because i have a very real attraction to animal but boy was i wrong. this is my shit. SIX glittery nail polishes! are you fucking kidding me?! i hope you all enjoy my jazzy nails for the next three months.

i've been pretty heavy on the tracks lately, but my friend trevor sent me this remix because he knows about my secret obsession with zero 7 and my not so secret obsession with awesomeness. i'm pretty into it.

rihanna's new video won me over. she can be my girl now.

you guuuuuuuuuuys

i've always loved the xx, the weekend, and peter bjorn and john but for some reason they have been dominating my ipod in a very real way. (rip stevie j) i don't know why but i feel like their sounds just go with fall. but for serious, have a fella put on house of balloons and consider me seduced.

i'm currently sitting on my couch alone chugging pumpkin beer because i'm too lazy to stand up and get my cellphone to contact my roommates. this is where i'm at in my life.

instead of studying for my exams...

this will be playing in every drunk bitch's dorm room in southwest in about a week and a half. i'm still not afraid to feel it for fucking real though.

squirrel talk

last night i ventured home to see girl talk with my big duck and her man. after hearing from my friends that girl talk has been "only okay" recently i was worried that he would just play All Day and call it a night. oh was i fucking mistaken. my boy threw DOWN. his new mash-ups had this girl dancing like a straight fool. much fun was had by all and i learned never to attempt to learn how to ride a bike after six too many drinks at 2am in the rain.