Never. Happening. Again.

Mmmkay. So. To start off my lovely day today, I still had my fever. I got all dressed up looking super special like I always do when I go to my internship (it's nothing to write home about I promise, I don't really look special), annnd I get there, and we supposedly have a Mary Kay specialist coming in to do facials. Evidence piece #1: I was kind of excited. Evidence piece #2: I actually went. Evidence piece #3: this lip exfoliator stuff and I bonded. Conclusion of Evidence? I'm definitely sick.

Never. Doing. That. Again.

After this debacle of face cleansers, moisturizers, foundation stuff, lip liner (which I'll never use because I happen to attribute it to much older women, and I just can't handle that type of image), eyeliner, mascara, and lip stuff, and I do mean stuff, they decided it would be a good idea to take an "after" picture. By the end of the whole shin dig, I was even more exhausted than when I got there and all I had done was sit in a chair, look ridiculous, and touch my face. (I swear to god, you make fun of me for this and we'll have words). I decided after the whole thing was done that it was time for me to go home. SO, I got home around one, and checked my mail, because I do it every day, and a letter from god was in there. Finally!

Now, after this letter came, I read it about seven times over and then passed out. I guess I felt comfortable enough to do it because of my mailbox godsend. Everyone pretty much knows it's incredibly hard for me to take naps because I feel like I am wasting part of my day. There are only two reasons a nap is ever okay with me. 1. When it's with the one I love. and 2. When I am so tired from being sick that I just don't care. It's obviously number two.... I almost just spelt obviously with an "A", like I'm back in Michigan, that's how we'd say it.

On to bigger and better news, throughout the course of this week I have been preparing for one great moment in history: the day my best friend and I get to see Paramore. That day is tonight. Or that night is tonight. Whatever. Anyways, we're going. I don't care if I have to take medicine or anything, just as long as it gets me through. Now,so this is clearly known, I don't drool like some people, and there won't be any mouths hanging open. I'm just going to stuff Hayley in my pocket instead. Ha ha ha. Juust kidding.

Being vulnerable is supposed to happen, it's how we know our feelings are real and are comprised of feelings worth substance, that are actually true and strong.