High

Watched twilight yesterday and was disapointed, got drunk and rode a motorcycle. Imagine, me, past midnight careening down the street at mindblowing speeds, half drunk and hanging on as a pinion rider without a helmet. I thought to myself, " I don't mind dying this way!" because, yes it was that fast and so much fun.

Whoots! The only downside was the fact that someone had the cheek to ... erm grab me in a headlock and...give me a smack on the lips.

Well it was weird and awkward! Majorly! The guy was practically like a bro to me. Sigh.