Nine shades of red.

I love reality tv shows. Oooh do I ever love them! It's breaking my heart that there's no good ones on right now. I'm getting pretty into Disband on Much Music and I'm anxiously awaiting for the bachelor to start up. One show I just can't get into is Jersey Shore on MTV. It's some low quality bullshit that's following around potty mouth'd weirdo's with greasy hair and fake tans. I'm just not buying it. Next.

For the first time since I was about 16, I went out and celebrated my birthday with friends this year. The shittiest thing about having a birthday on boxing day is that it's never a good time to celebrate it. A couple weeks before my birthday everyone's broke. Maxing out credit cards with shiny and sparkly trinkets for christmas and stressed from trying to get out of mall line ups with minimum war wounds. Boxing day itself, everyone's out spending all the money that they should be paying off debts with on Rock and Republic jeans that have a 40% off price tag on them. A few weeks after my birthday isn't any better. In between nursing your three day new years hangover you're still broke from blowing your christmas money on new threads and booze and still stressed because you're broke and trying to live up to your new years resolution of stop spending so much money on useless shit. Long story short, I gave people about a months notice that I was planning a birthday dinner and told them I was de-friending them on facebook if they didn't attend. Most of my close friends made it out. Whether they were there  because the idea of being de-friended would of ruined their weekend or because they love me that fricken' much, for whatever reason it was, it meant more to me then anything to have them all come out. 

We went to japanese village. I've been trying to get there the past couple of years, and i'd say it was a pretty good choice. It's a three course meal and they cook everything in front of you. Afterwards, Terese, Britt and myself headed to joeys to keep the partying going with whip cream and shots that made our insides hurt. 

Ryan met up with us at Whiskey and me, britt and him dropped it like it was hot on the dance floor the rest of the night. By time 4am rolled around me and britt decided to call a cab to take us to mcdonalds and then head to Mik's to get everyone there in the party mood. 

Unfortunately they didn't have quite as much energy left as we did.

I'm always with my family on my real birthday. We did the family get together, catch up, bombard each other with stories and hugs, eat 2,000 calories worth of cake aaannndd goodbye until next year!

Brandy and I decided to re-unite that night. As she said herself, me and her have had some times together. Good times, bad times, and epic as shit times. I could list all the trouble we've gotten into together, but I'll leave that for another post. I'll break it down into a nutshell, we met on a Hinder tour bus a couple years ago. I thought she was a perfect mixture of scary and fascinating. It turned out I was wrong - she was just fascinating. Black and blonde dreads, smokey black lined eyes, drawn on eyebrows and piercings in places that I didn't realize could be pierced, for some reason the stars must of been aligned that night because we formed a unique, solid friendship like nothing else. I hadn't seen her in a few months. Life got in the way and we drifted for the first time in the three years we've been friends. Seeing her again reminded me that no matter how long we're apart, we can pick up right where we left off.

I only wanted two things for my birthday. Like the good friend she is, she showed up with both. A 2'6 of jager, and her peircing tools to pierce my bellybutton. 

Once I had a new hole in my body and a few shots of jager we hit up a pub downtown called ship and anchor. It was cute. Kinda trendy. Cool, chill crowd. Grabbed some jager bombs and found the only empty table left in the place. About an hour in some guys came over and started chatting with us. I'm not one to give guys the time of day at the bar or club. Grocery store, bank, clothing store.. by all means, please come talk to me! Bar - no thanks. I go there with my girlfriends and I go home with my girlfriends. The random's were pretty funny and entertaining so we started chatting for a bit. Got a few rounds of drinks and when last call came we decided to take the party back to one of the guys places. Brandy had a vehicle so we knew we could peace out at any point if they turned into creepers, like most guys do after one too many vodka rye's - whatever, we weren't ready to sleep yet!

We picked up Brandy's little sister, Ryley, and stopped into 711 to get some redbull. The boys we had be-friended followed us. During our 5 minute stop into 711, the spazzes we met at the bar knocked over an entire DVD stand. Dvd's were EVERYWHERE. Like 200 DVD's just... on the floor, allll over the floor. Me and Brandy looked at each other, laughed hysterically and ran outta there. Awwwkward! We were embarrassed FOR them. 

What were we even thinking! We ended up heading to Josh's and chilled there till the early hours of the mornings. Much better choice.

I'm officially 22 and it's fucking weird. In just one year I've grown more then I have my entire life. I can't even imagine what the next year has in store for me, but I hope it's good.

Let's hope this next year of my life is filled with more memories like these. Backstage at nickelback & right before completely winging an interview with a band - for no other reason but because we can.