Everywhere I go, I seem to attract the freaks. I always end up being way to nice to someone and that person ends up freakishly by my side for the rest of the night. Last night, no exception. I called it even! A bunch of us met up at the bar to watch the Red Sox game and celebrate a birthday and after being there for only 2 minutes, some dude made his way over and sat down right next to me. He then proceeded to call me "princess" for the next 20 minutes. He was the kind of person that seemed SO nice, so I entertained his lame attempt at a pick up. Being too nice gets me in trouble sometimes. I'm a magnet to these kinds of people. The kind that say something, you say something back, and then they just stare blankly at you. Why me? I warned my one friend about this a few weeks ago and last night she SCREAMED, "You told me this was going to happen!" I did, it's my luck, it's everywhere I go. It's probably my own fault for making conversation with everyone, but how come cute, educated, fun, tattooed, outgoing guys don't stalk me? It's always the socially awkward creepos. I'm a magnet to them, it's really kind of funny.

THANK GOD THE RED SOX WON LAST NIGHT. I was seriously having a major freak out moment in the 8th inning and I wasn't going to be able to handle the emotional stress of a GAME 5. Thank god, we did it!

My word for today ... FIESTY!