I went to El Sol yesterday after the memorial with Roisin, Matt and some others. I seriously wish I could just drink margaritas everyday all day. I need a hot Mexican man to follow me around shirtless with them all the time.

This Mexican guy isn’t very hot... but I’m liking his style with the size of that drink, so he must be cool 

The memorial was horrible :( in a sad way... not a it-was-a-disaster way. I didn’t even know Josh and I felt sick. I can’t even imagine what his friends must be feeling.

But the margaritas helped. And I demolished that Quesadilla. I’ve never finished a meal in a restaurant before, but that was gone in like 10 minutes. I felt fat. But it was so totes worth it. YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT. Heaven on a plate I’m telling you.

I swear I blog more about my eating habits and how amazing food is then I do about my life. Maybe this is saying something. Is it possible my life revolves more around food than actual people and events? Quite possibly. I’m going to end up like one of those people on Biggest Loser. Except worse.

Do you think Daniel will still think I’m sexy if I looked like this?

I’m sure he’d still love me, right? Hahahaha. But I mean the moral of the story is food is fucking amazing and I love it. Calories be damned.

EVERYONE EAT A SANDWICH IN CELEBRATION.

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See I am such a nice blogger. I’m even giving you food. Now send me a dollar to prove how much you appreciate me.

All that aside I’m scared about Saturday. And not in a happy way. In an I-just-realised-I’ll-actually-have-to-deal-with-everything way. See, very different ways. That create very different emotions. None of which I am a huge fan of.  All Time Low I am a fan of. High heels I am a fan of. Really crazy eye shadow that doesn’t actually match my outfit, I am a fan of. But stupid sick feelings that make my stomach tie up in knots and actually trigger my gag reflex I am not a fan of.

           
   I just wish I could know what 6 months from now, 1 year from now would look like if I made one decision rather than the other. And then have a peek at what it would like if I’d made the other decision instead and decide WHICH ONE LOOKS HAPPIER. I wish Professor Trelawney had made a prophecy about me. And I wish I had found it and had smashed it and listened to it so I could know what my path would look like. Unfortunately I do not live in the wizarding world of Harry Potter.

Wow wizarding comes up with a red squiggly line, indicating it is not a real word. Look at that Warner Bros. you invented a word. You even named your theme park after it. You may want to take that up with the Macquarie Dictionary quick smart. And make a note to tell them to get Microsoft up to speed so I don’t have to deal with red squiggly lines. I hate those fucking lines.

I’m watching Glee at the moment. I’m starting to think sometimes artists actually pay them to play their songs. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love Glee more than I love my collection of Enid Blyton books. But this episode they’re doing Justin Beiber. And all the guys are like “Omg we want in, we want to be in your one man Justin band, he’s a mini God, yay the power of the Beibs!” – I mean are they serious? I like Justin Beiber, to the point where I respect what he’s doing and when I’m drunk I’ll sing his songs (I may even have one on my iPod?) but there is NO WAY IN HELL teenage boys,  on the football team, with really hot girlfriends and mohawkes are going to be dancing around begging to be in a Justin Beiber cover band. NONE WHATSOEVER. And Kurt, the gay guy, ISN’T EVEN APART OF IT. Money had to have exchanged hands to have convinced the writers to do this. Either that, or adults really have no idea about what’s going on in the teenage world right now. I’m pretty sure Beibers fans are all between the ages of 4-15 and the only reason he’s made so much money is because the parents actually have to buy the albums because the children are too young to know how to illegally download yet.

I really should stop writing. I just started this sentence about 8 different ways, before I knew what to write. But I’m really bored waiting for the rest of Glee to load, and while I’m writing at least I’m not really thinking. It’s a nice change.

Ok, so I watched some more Glee. Turns out at least Finn’s a normal guy, he thinks Justin Beiber is lame. But I don’t like Finn rn. He should be with Rachel or not in the show at all. How come no one knows anything about love anymore.

Nothing else has really happened to me. I just stay up late, wake up late, read fashion magazines and go to work. Such a fulfilling life I live. Oh and the constant sick feeling and being mad and upset. That is shoved in there between all the other stuff.

I’m going to Vietnam next week. So I’m hoping I can do all the stuff that is too expensive to do here, like get a massage, and foot rubs and nails done and other nice things that will make me feel better. And eat lots of amazing food. OMG. My obsession with amazing food is going to be extended to ANOTHER FUCKING COUNTRY. Can just imagine all the deliciousness I’m going to be able to bore you with when I’m done feasting?!

Okay, so I think I’m done. This is too long for me to bother spell checking. So I hope it wasn’t too bad?

Now take your left hand off of your face and go eat like I know you want to.