I must say I had a truly a-freaking-mazing Thanksgiving holiday. I have great pictures and stories to share but unfortunately you will need to wait a day or two for them because I spent the last five days pretending like I don’t have a care in the world and I am now up to my eyeballs in homework. Bloody homework.

My first day back in the real world started out with an unexpected run in with an ex-boyfriend. Don’t you just hate those? Fortunately, for the first time since we broke up about 2 years ago, he was very non-asshole-ish. I’d like to say it was because he has grown up or moved on… but it was more than likely because we saw each other in a work setting and I was with a client who spends money with his company. Still, being treated like a human being rather than the bitch who broke his heart was greatly appreciated.

I’d like to start a petition that states whenever a relationship ends, the person who has lived in that state for the shorter amount of time has to move at least two states away. Seriously this idea is genius! Think about all of the problems this would solve! For example, last Valentines Day ED and I ran into his ex-girlfriend at our romantic dinner out (she was there with her mother). If my breakup law was put into play, that never would have happened because she would be living in Arkansas!

But I digress…

Later on, in my first day back in the real world, I got an e-mail from Heidi saying she had the two tickets to see 30 Seconds to Mars I had asked her about months ago. Only they weren’t just regular tickets, they were VIP tickets. I was distraught because I knew the responsible thing to do would be to stay home and get caught up on homework. But I am not responsible, or logical… at least when it comes to seeing sexy men with guitars on stage. So I made an appearance in class, ran home and practiced my speech for 30 minutes, threw on black clothes and an extra layer of makeup and left to see Jared. Beautiful, sexy, black eyeliner wearing Jared Leto.

Picture courtesy of Karina the Russians Criket phone

So the picture is not great, but even blurry you gotta admit he looks hot. I told ED that Jared Leto almost looks as hot on stage with a guitar as he did swinging an ax on the farm. He told me to shut it. I told him to watch it buster because I’ve lived in Salt Lake a lot longer than he has and I don’t want to have to ship him off to South Dakota. He didn’t get it. But he will once my breakup law passes.

Threats! Yet another benefit to my brilliant idea.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Summer Concert whore, ED is not Emotionally Disturbed