I give up on making titles that are interesting. I’m not witty at 1:30 AM.
So, Wednesday night, I made an angry post. Then, the next morning, I deleted it. I angry deleted M’s number on Thanksgiving. It feels good. And next time I see him, I’m gonna punch him in the face, break into his house and get mah shit back. The end.

Other than the shitty male sitch, Wednesday night was a blast. I got to spend it with my best friends, and part of it with my mother (who came out for a drink with Jess and I and ended up getting drunk off one beer). Wintery, Christmas-y beers, tequila shots, lemon drop shots, and a wicked hangover Thursday morning. Just in time to drive two hours to Maryland.
Thanksgiving was awesome. I got to see mia famiglia that I haven’t seen in forever. I ate a whole lot and slept a whole lot more. At midnight, I went out with my mother, my aunt, and my sister because Black Friday is tradition. We never go out to really buy anything specific, just to experience the crazy.
I bought the pretty white and blue apron at the Anthro at Christiana Mall on Friday. I then spent the rest of Friday into the night watching Paranormal State.

Saturday night, I went to Havana with Christine, Cait, and Danielle. It’s always great catching up with them. We’re all pretty far from each other during the school year, so during breaks is really the only times we get to see each other. It was my first time eating at Havana (I did get drunk there during 4th of July weekend. Bringing back lotsa memories). I was really impressed. And I got the best martini… ever. Very tropical. It made me wish for summer.
Tonight, I went to B&N and checkout the eclectic mix of books I browsed. That’s what I do when I go to the bookstore… I look at things that will make me laugh. I did buy “Before I Fall” though. I’ve heard good things. Also, I recommend “Why Men Love Bitches.”

And nowwww, I’m re-re-re-re-watching episodes of New Girl. Because I am obsessed.

Tomorrow… I weigh myself and probably cry. Whatever. Also, I’m in a workout/yoga/running rut. More on that later.

