so i can't just write in my blog and not mention last night's events and how fabulous i looked,
and how much i love clubbing with Calvin because he is so good at cock-blocking creepy club guys. it was a really good night, which ended in me being somewhat irritated. but it was nothing a late night McDonald's trip can't fix.. and maybe a very sweet and much needed text conversation 'til 4 in the morning...

i wore Breanne's dress which looked crazy amazing on me (you'll have to check out the photo album on the side named "Calvin's 18th Birthday"), but i was self-conscious at the start of the night simply because i wasn't wearing a bra and let's just say the night was somewhat chilly.. Calvin loves my boobs, though, and when i don't wear a bra, he thinks it's very Au Couture and natural and sexy, and the fact that mine are so little makes him love them even more. ps, he is gay and more feminine than any female i've ever met. oh boy do i ever love Calvin.

anyways, we stroll into The Bank and immediately do birthday jager bombs (i spent $22.75 on 3!) and i had made the sad mistake of inviting Dave to come so i could dance with him. if you remember Dave correctly, he is the one i went on two dates with this year and it never went any further, and he is also the first guy who didn't irritate me when we danced. well, perhaps i was trying to hard to have another moment, because i didn't feel comfortable with him at all, he ended up leaving early which was perfect for me because i just wanted to dance with Calvin and Co. Calvin is an amazing dancer he definitely has the right moves. definitely. and whenever there was a creep creeping behind or around me, he would completely grab me and switch sides and push the guy away with his back. he said he would protect me, and that he did, and i appreciated it. some guy near the end of the night tapped me on the shoulder and asked if i was Miss Universe.. when i said no he asked if i was Miss Canada, or Miss America and i said no and then he asked if i wanted to marry him and i said no, and then he said oh com'on.. and then i awkwardly inched towards Calvin, who was failing at saving me at that specific point haha.

thats a difference between me and Breanne.. if she was in that situation she would have found him charming and a conversation or dance would have flourished as a result, but when things like that happen to me, i feel uncomfortable and the last thing i want to do is look that man in the eyes. which always ends up worrying me, Breanne always manages to disappear with random guys whether it be in a quieter spot, or outside and when i can't see my best friend in the vicinity, i start to worry and i start doing laps until i find her and know she's ok.

i can't help but be a worrier.. i don't want bad things happening to people i care about.

anyways, me and Mike danced for awhile and that was good, i told Calvin to lay off the cock-blocking for that haha.

i don't like the layout of the Bank, at all, however. there's too many things going on, and too many obstacles that it makes it a lot crowded than it actually is and we all know Christine can only take so much of her personal bubble being invaded and pushed around before she's Miss Grumpy Pants. i was incredibly irritated by the end of the night, the consequence of Breanne giving out and smoking over half my pack of slims (without even asking me first) which i had just bought Friday morning, how fucking cold it was, how crowded it was, how sticky the floors were.. the list could continue, but you get my drift.

but i looked fucking good even with a shaving accident on my thigh in plain view, and a huge scratch on my elbow.

i just wanted to put on some pants. on a more important note, what is UP with the US?!