So I get that like half the population of bloggers don't like reading or care to read about peoples oodles of fun from their weekend shenans. Like are you the weekend grinch? No offense. But when I have a boring weekend, I totes live vicariously through my bloggie friends.
Just saying.
Would you hate me if I told you my weekend started Thursday night? It was my friend from one of my classes 23rd birthday so we pong'ed it up. I feel like every time I pong, I learn new ways to play and I feel like an idiot. Seriously, I sweaaaaar I've played before. Pretty sure I put on for my team that night and made it in all the cups until the last two. WE WON. Woman Powaaaaa.
(I know call me Queen B of pong photog. Hire me!)
Friday [The Merping]: Since it is the second to last weekend at school, we went a little too hard. Mall trip (and got precious phone cases), fro-yo date (#tbt to what I did friday nights in high school, mostly.), and
vodka wine shots. Obviously thats some classy stuff. I was ready to get my
merp-ing on. Wonder what it is?
Not even sure how the funtastic term started but ever seen Jersey Shore? It's basically just
Snooks and Deena going hamtastic on the dance floor. And heck, that is what I did. Well,
we did. The Snooki to my Deana. Whenever were together, it's guaranteed a great time. A friendship is 100% the best when you are totally content with going out just you two and having your own fun. And we were the life of the frat party. So maybe we suck and we're rebellious and didn't follow the 'highlighter' themed party, but we sure as hell made up for it. Girls were pointing, guys were laughing but hey we had a freakin' blast.
We go hard. Told ya.
Saturday [The Mating]: I saw Hoodie Allen and D-WHY...also known as my future husband in real life. Best advice I could give you: constantly tweet at your favorite celeb. I did, and look where it got me.
He was on first, and I'm pretty sure I was one of the only loons screaming for him and singing along. I'm that betch that is happy he isn't popular so girls stay away from him. I walked up to him after his performance and said
, "Hey I wanted to introduce myself....I'm Rachel I tweet at you all the time and you're my phone background" Boom. He laughed and said he knew
exactly who I was. He told me he liked the flowers in my hair (
see here), as well as how his sisters name is Rachel.
Alright shut up and kiss me -- whens the wedding David? I decided to go back a second time because we're dating, it's fine. I gave stink eyes to the girls screaming about how they loved him.
No, sorry. You seriously can not. Thanks. I walked up to him and he held me in his arms.
Freakin' swooning. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't drooling. I told him we needed a picture of him kissing me on the cheek.
Take that ladies that are trying to steal my man. Let's just say as far as the concert goes, I hate 99.99% of my generation. And by that I mean how do parents let their 16 year old kids wear crop tops and shorts in 30 degree weather to let them get super drunk and thrown out of a concert.
You know you are an old person when you'd rather stand in the back instead of a mosh pit.
Sunday [The Money(Spent at Target)]:
I guess my brain just had ESPN or something... with every other freaking blogger in the land of blog. I headed my booty over to Target to spend a buttload of money. No bueno. I bought cute stuff which is just absolutely fabulous, but I'm sure I'll regret it later. Hello to my new boots, leggings, plaid shirts, and fun makeup shenans. Welcome to the club. and by club I mean my closet. I also stink and didn't get a chance to take an artsy picture while there and insta it like every other blogger. So maybe I stink.
This post is exactly how my weekend felt: LONG.
