Drunkeness.

So last night was crazy, almost straight out of a movie. Tables flying, glass and drinks everywhere, my brother and his friend throwing punches. All I wanted to do was drink and have fun, instead I was holding my brother's shirt as hard as I could, dragging him away from the fight, and praying I didn't get punched in the face.

I don't understand why people feel the need to start fights when they are wasted and ruin a perfectly good evening.

I'm going out tonight, and it better be fabulous.

Oh, and Just Friends is the funniest movie I have ever seen. Seriously I can't even handle it.