I was just there for pizza

I might not know much about fashion, but i do know this is a complete no no. God save her target shopping soul.

I forgot to carry the zero

This is why my apartment complex is better than yours.

I totally lied when i said i'd post pictures like a was on crack. Whatever. I do what i want. I'm having a great time. I won 8 bucks. And i honey pie. I'm moving to louisiana.

I'm a lady killer and you're a pretty lady.

Woohoo! We haven't even left yet, hell i'm still at work, and i'm one energy drink in. This is going to be one hell of an adventure. Butt grabbing, here i come!

we wait for three days

it's almost vegas time. we leave on friday. holy moly. on this grand trip to las vegas, i guarantee to:

• become so very intoxicated someone has to drag me back to the luxor. every night
• make out with a random stranger
• take far too many scenary photos that have all been taken before
• dance like no one is watching
• grab booties
• send photos like crazy from cell to blog
• have the time of me life. again.

and that's that. starting friday morning the photos will start to fly as betsy and i begin our adventure. watch out!

Its the real deal baby! I'm not too fond of slots.

That was a 7:45 she had plenty of time to get ready!

8 in the morning. First real birthday activity... bum bum bum... CASINO! I'm going to who big! Hopefully. I've got some bills to pay.

Robert lost his first tooth!

It's because i ate that macho burrito.

Shannon M. Thompson was kind enough to help me move out of my apartment yesterday, (as if she had a choice) and decided she need to carry my full size mattress down the hill and to the truck herself. On her head. In the dark. After hauling shit all day long. What possesses Shannon to be such a stubborn douche, I'll never know. It's alway good for a laugh, though.

Testing Testing One Two

Someone needs an eyebrow wax.

EDIT this was an attempt to send a video from my phone. it has obviously failed.

ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow

some things to look forward to
9 days until the fake problems show. never ever have i fallen in love with a band so quickly, especially a band i first heard at a show. they'll be playing at the modified and holy fucking shit i haven't been this excited since i stepped out of seth's car after getting home from bonnaroo.
12 days until i move out to bigger and better things. actually, the apartment is smaller and it's a huge pain to get to work from there, but i'm looking forward to living with megan. i've got some big plans for living in tempe again. hello, social life.
26 days until my 21st birthday. holy moly!
40 days until i head out on another road trip, this time it's to vegas for bonnaroo's sister festival, vegoose. coming along with be my incredibly amazing friend betsy. i'm so very excited. we'll be staying at the luxor, i'll have just turned 21 and i'm ready to party. I'll be sending photos to this blog much like i did with the bonnaroo blog seth and i had. it's my goal to make out with an elvis impersonator so i'm sure these photos will be entertaining. i can't wait.

Take your suitcase cos I don't mind

It was so very close. I had it in my fingers but chose to let it go. Will i always regret it? Well, considering the drivers side door on the car i'm driving now doesn't open, most likely.

Dance macabre. It's time to party

show me my mission baby!

The other day i was followed by this precious little black kitty up to my apartment, where he meowed and begged for food. I know It's bad to feed strays, but i couldn't let him be hungry. I fed him, he thanked me with cuteness, and i haven't seen him since. Success.

Someone get me out of here!

Two days without sleep, training at new job position, package in the mail, exploding tire and an hour at discount. One explodes, two more are needed. Lame. Why does this always happen the week before payday?

Keep your hands out of rattlesnakes mouths!

Hooray dad!

the lake is good for bugs.

Mwa Mwa Mwa

If i never did anything ever again but play with ponies i'd be the happiest person in the world.

since bonnaroo is over i've been wondering what to do with this blog. i could delete it, but it seems so pretty to me. i could write about things that piss me off, but good lord i'd always be writing. i could do this or that, but nobody cares. i really loved sending photos from the trip over to our bonnaroo blog, so i figured i'd just use this to send photos of the hilarious, disgusting, and fun things i come across and manage to get photos of with my phone. so there you have it. let the bullshit begin.

oh i hit the road

i already miss my cat.

i'm really sleepy. i've been awake since 2pm on wednesday with only a hour nap this morning. meh. i'll be going on 40 hours of no sleep before i'll have the opportunity to nap. let me tell you, it's worth every minute.

and what's with all these zits? roadtrips shouldn't be so stressful.

i'll be posting in this blog until we get back to a computer. show me love. i'll probably grow tired of seth quickly.

he's just looking for a pardon

oh holy crap. it's 3 days until we leave. lucky number 3.
things i need to do:
laundry
pack
tidy up
cut hair
buy batteries, etc
find a babysitter for my cat
and beta fish
check couches for change
coinstar said change

already done:
grocery shopping (minus wet stuff)
started freezing water
borrowed shit we need

holy moly, i've got a bit to get done...

it's only going to get better

so seth and i rock at roap trips. we've created a blog to send photos to so you can keep updated on what we're up to .

http://squeeteam.blogspot.com

check it daily, it's going to rock your socks.

would you believe me?

bonnaroo is now a mere 11 days away, and the excitement could not be higher. our groceries and supplies are bought, the laundry is in piles waiting to be washed, and the ipod is loaded with bonnaroo musicians.
i believe this is going to be the best thing that's ever happened to me.
i'm leaving my fears here in mesa. the moment i walk out my front door towards a silver civic will be the moment i'm free from any inhibitions. i won't dance like no one's watching, i'm going to dance like i'm surround by 80,000 people and just don't care.
i'll introduce myself as suzy and won't think a second about it. gone will be my self-consciousness. i won't worry about my hair, about my makeup, or whether those jeans make me look fat. my size 18 ass makes me look fat, but for 16 days it won't matter. i won't hold back, i'll be the girl i know i am.
i won't rely on alcohol to be social and at ease. it's all in the head, and i've got my mind set on making friends.
when we leave friday morning, i'll be the independent girl i've always dreamed of being.
and when we get back, i'll just be santa again. but i'll have some wild stories.