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I just got back from a suicide trip up to Vegas. Meaning 1 night, cheap motel, tons of booze. It was very fun, and the highlight was seeing The Faint at House of Blues which is inside Mandalay Bay. At the border we went on that huge roller coaster which was so hilarious and such a random kick off to the trip. Right when we got to our motel, we went for a long walk down the strip to get cheesy ginormous souvenir drinks. It was so hot there! Then we got back to the room Brenda and I passed the fuck out, and woke up to go straight to the show. Very strange crowd at the show. I think I hate all ages shows, which is ironic since I am underage (kinda). The next day we didn't have anywhere to stay so Brenda and I snuck into the pool at the Flamingo while everyone else had a huge buffet brunch. We spent tons on pina coladas and margaritas.
We went shopping and I got a cool Marc Jacobs limited edition Blondie shirt, and after some yummy food we went back home. I really love Vegas, yes I do. Despite the fun little mini-trip, today was kinda a bummer. I was hella lonely, work sucked... no one wanted to party tonight. So me, myself, and I rented Little Children which was an added downer. I liked the movie but it was far too intense and depressing for this moment. I'm also an insomniac today and staying up past 4am makes me feel like a tweaker again. It kills me.