Here's to my First Post =)

I took a nice walk a little earlier. I had this amazing chocolate and hazenut iced coffee drink that hit the spot. I know, I know. I probably shouldn't have walked around downtown by myself, but I needed the walk. Just me and the sound of my sandles clicking against the sidewalk. It was nice. Lonely, but nice.

Some creepy black guy stopped to tell me how sexy I was. I wanted to puke. But, instead I terribley faked an English accent and told him my name was Amanda. After quickly rejecting him, I continued my lonely stroll.

I hadn't realized all the adorabley small bars downtown until tonight. Last time I checked, bars were 18+, right? But, to me that never made since. Bars are for drinking with the add in of karaoke for the drunks who think they're singers and pool for the people who like to hit colorful balls whith a stick after a few beers. If you can't drink at 18, then why not just raise the age to go into a bar to 21? Maybe they already did and I'm just stuck in the old days... BUT ANYWAYS! There are a ton of cute bars that aren't empty, but aren't packed. I want to go to one one of these days [if the age is 18]. It'd feel like I was on Cheers or something as I sip at a Sprite or something.

The drive home was the usual for me; dancing and singing to music in my car as if I were a pop star. I'm quite the prefessional when it comes to pretend.

I must get ready to be a complete and utter nerd early tomorrow.

An Idea! Alright, if they make another Batman movie with the lovely Joker in it, wouldn't James Franco play a rockin' Joker? Take it to your pillow and think about it.