not having is just not wanting bad enough

And shes a bit confusing sometimes.

It is now Sunday night, and I am sitting on Jillian’s bed talking to Whitney three-tears. I figured it was about time that I posted a little recap of our Dallas experience. Now I know all of you lovely avid readers would love a play-by-play of what happened over the past few days, but not only would that be a waste of my life, it would take away the inside that Cairco, Scheffler, and I have.

Im not going to say if we did or didn’t meet Nick Jonas and his parents in the lobby of five sixty, or if we were checked into the hotel as VIP, given free valet, champagne, and half priced suite. Those are things that are going to stay on lock with between the three of us.

I have every intention of taking plenty of more trips to much more exciting cities; living the life of the rich and famous is plenty satisfaction for me. be sure to check out Jillian’s post too, as boring as they may be, we might be checking out warped tour soon, and if we meet up with our good ole’ friends from otenki or 3OH!3 shes gonnnnna be the one to tell you allll about it. (:

jillian matched too.

Famous or not, I don’t think I’ve ever met bigger rock stars than Jordan Scott Chance Scheffler, Jillian Nichole Cairco, Whitney Jo Howard, & Debra Dlaine Miley. You’ll be lucky to find friends half as baller as any one of them. F*ck Jonas. F*ck Warped. and F*ck Famous.

The rest of the pictures are on my facebook.com/rclow   check them out if you want, if not thats cool too.

Falling in love is still just falling.

Taken about 30 seconds before the driver drifted us.

If by some means, some random one legged hobo woman was to ask me, “Did you almost get arrested today?” The answer to said question would be “No, but I did almost loose my lisence.” So, for some reason, Jordan has to take his grandmother, “Poppy’s”, car from hendederson to turnertown.

Well, lucky for him, I kick some ass driving stick, so luckky enough I could follow him back to his house and save a trip. So I get stuck at the freakiin’ James’ Exxon light, you know the one…. im sure you’s wasted at least 4895798457948575 hours waiting for it to turn green before…. anywho, I get stuck there for THREEEEE light rotations.

Jordan calls me. “Hurry and catch up, I need to check how the clutch is doing.” So I start bookin it; I’ve got a radar, so what? I’ve got kickass handeling and a badass radar detector. To my dismay, the undercover state trooper in the old lady caddy didn’t have his radar on. So I passed him, in a no passing zone, at 90 mph.

There I am. In a car without my insurance, wallet; to add to the story, Jordan’s cigs are sitting in my lap. Im not eighteen. Jordan whipps around, right after me, still in the no passing zone, gets dangerously close to another truck and cuts off the cop who then turns on his hidden “heart-drops-out-your-ass” lights.

Jordan gets puled over and bullshits his way out of a ticket in a car, that he isnt registered to drive, without his wallet. Pretty sure we’ve now officially used all of our “lucky” for the rest of today. Think I’ll stay in tonight.

Not living to the fullest isn’t really living at all.

Here’s the Break-Down. May 22nd This Ballin’ ass kid joined our group. Jordan. Since then he has pretty much basically taken the spot as my partner in crime. About one week after I knew him, my Radar-Detector came in. So Jordan, Jillian, and I decided to take a trip out of town (go figure) to test it. Well the trip to Dallas has never been shorter, that thing worked like a charm. This trip was rather fun, even if it was just for one day, we had some fun times, like breaking down, or getting my fake ID. Long story short; Houston trip this weekend. Dallas Weekend Stay the weekend after that. Be sure to add me on Facebook. (facebook.com/rclow) to get the updates on those trips. If you have any ideas on what you think we should do, feel free to let me know.  Im not promising we’ll meet any celeberaties. But seeing as we have reservations at the single most prestigious Restuarnt in all of Dallas, 560. (Thanks Jilian) and a trick-daddy suite at the Magnolia, I would not be surprised if we met a few important souls. RCLow out. Stalk Me.