Rock the Vote!

So today is election day. Go and rock out wicha cock out. Wasn't that the "Rock the Vote" slogan a couple years ago? Where's P. Diddy when you need him? Well, regardless, go out and vote! I mean....I don't vote. I don't understand politics and I don't feel like I should have the power to change the administration when I'm voting based on tie colors. The only reason I would go to political science class last semester was because I was hot for teacher (along with all the other girls in my class....cockblocks). Also, in the last 6 sentences I've used the word "cock" twice. Gross.

Ok so that was my public service announcement for the day.

Down to business.

Last weekend was Halloween! I was and Indian. Feathers, not dots. So I guess, if I wanted to be politically correct (which I never do), I was a Native American.

So, my first night out getting crunk I went party hopping with my girlfriends Kalli and Taylor (aka- referee and Snookie). So Snooks, ref, and I got wasted and had a fun but fairly uneventful night.

Next night, my boyfriend's brother's band was in town. (Sidenote: The band is called Spivey and you should all go check them out on Facebook or something. They're awesome.) So Curtis (the b.fran in case you forgot) and I went to watch the concert. We're just chilling and dancing around when in walks 4 giant dicks. No, I'm not talking about frat guys or obnoxious, bar hogging asshats. There were 4 guys dressed up as penises for Halloween. Don't believe me?

Suck on it... But don't really.

Sorry, guys. I don't have a lot to write about today. I hope everyone has an awesome day!

Love,

Sydney

Obsession of the day: Dolly Parton and Michael Buble's Christmas albums. And, yes, I start listening to Christmas music starting November 1st.