So what, we’re a little weird. “Different.” Go ahead, talk about us. In the end I’m proud to be who I am. Quirky, loud, ADHD, witty, smart, and sexy in my own way. I don’t need to be normal, and I don’t need to fit in. After all, who wrote the rules on life? You sure as hell didn’t. And guess what? I write my own. So to all the so called misfits out there—congrats. You’re one of the cool kids. You don’t give a damn about what the world says, and that is beautiful. Keep on keeping on, and call yourself a ROCKSTAR. Because that’s what you are.
After a long week of exams, we hit up happy hour at Mccormick and Schmicks. The Plaza in KC offered us a great happy hour and took us into a wild night. Let’s just say we ran into a few characters along the way. Started at the bar where Striped Sweater kept eyeing us. His girlfriend must have noticed, because after an hour long show of him holding her and making out with her, they left with her crying. We made our way for a drink at Gram and Dun and met some MILFs. We partied around the Plaza and finally went home, where the next morning provided for a wonderful hangover and a great day of non productive studying. HAPPY FRIDAY!
I’m a dreamer. We’re all dreamers. In this world that’s what we’re destined to be. Why? Because at the heart of it all, deep down in the root of our soul, we know that without dreams we have nothing.