I do not want to today. At all. It’s so gross out and I’m crampy and I gotta go be cute at this stupid battle of the bands boyfriend is playing. (it’s only stupid because we didn’t know the thing isn’t judged; it’s popularity based and we found out too late to sell more than ten tickets so there’s no way in heck they’re gonna win.) Gah. Just. No. I want to crawl back into bed and die. 

Oh yeah, and also a window got left down in my car and it rained and now the steering wheel is covered in like, gross film and the seat is wet. Just…frickin…awesome.