This goes out to anyone who’s ever hated their alarm clocks…
So I was woken up from the most magnificent dream this morning by my god damn alarm.  It starts out slow, but gets better.

I was invited to my friend Dan’s house for a little dinner party followed by a real party after (this frequently happens in real life - my friend Dan is awesome).  I show up to his house (it’s not the same house that he actually lives in) and it appears to be all couples.  Two of my ex-boyfriends are their with their current girlfriends (again - this frequently happens in real life).

We eat and it’s awkward and whatever.  Then more gusts start arriving for the party - including my Uncle Max.  My Uncle Max is actually my mom’s uncle.  I’d pin his age around a cool 90.

I’m being a social butterfly and frolicking my way around every group of people at the party (another real life occurrence).  As I’m walking inside from the patio, who should I run into?  None other than mother fucking Niall Horan.

I nearly lose my shit but try to keep my cool.  We’re talking and talking, and then the party is almost over.  We sneak outside where no one else is, and then we’re kissing and right then and there I know I’m the luckiest girl in the world.  He starts kissing my neck, and I can see people winking and giving me the thumbs up as they pass by, leaving the party.  One of those people, for some reason or another, was my mother.

I don’t remember if we exchanged numbers, but I know we had a moment in one of the rooms where he gave me something.  I don’t even remember what it was, but it was meaningful.

Fast forward to the next day, I’m still at Dan’s, and Niall comes back.  Apparently he’s doing a signing in one of Dan’s room.  Just him, no Harry, Liam, Louis, or Zayn, which confused me at the time.  But as I was first in line for the signing, I didn’t seem to give much care.  He remembered me, and told me he liked me.  I hopped up on the table and we spent a good 20 minutes just laughing, whispering into each others ears, and kissing.  Finally, Paul had to send me on my way so that the other thousands of fans behind me could talk to Niall.

Then, as I was waiting for him to the side for him to finish the signing, my stupid alarm went off, sending me into a fit of delirious rage.

Basically what I’m trying to say, is I’m sorry if I dream-blocked anyone from getting Niall’s autograph.  Also I think I might be going crazy.  Also, I would feel even more excitement than my dream by just meeting the boys.  I don’t even care if anyone reads this, I just had to get it out.

That’s all for tonight.  Psych is on and even though it’s late, I’m obviously going to watch it until the marathon ends.  At 3.  AM.

I actually kind of want to buy Unbroken.

I actually kind of want to buy Unbroken.

I WANT MY PINK SHIRT BACK

I mean, I guess if I had to, I would live here.

(Source: hannahclark20)

This show was legit.

me at work
boss:Allie can I talk to you privately for a second?
me:It wasn't me.
boss:What?
me:What.
me:
me:
me:
me:
HOW DO FIVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE COEXIST IN SUCH HARMONY MY MIND IS BLOWN EVERY TIME.

HOW DO FIVE SUCH BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE COEXIST IN SUCH HARMONY MY MIND IS BLOWN EVERY TIME.

HOW IS THAT YOUR FACE LIKE WHAT WOW I CAN’T EVEN.

HOW IS THAT YOUR FACE LIKE WHAT WOW I CAN’T EVEN.

I’m not her biggest fan, but please try and tell me she’s not smokin’ hot.

I’m not her biggest fan, but please try and tell me she’s not smokin’ hot.

Hahaha, win.

Hahaha, win.

Yes, she is a porn star and yes, she is the hottest bitch.

Yes, she is a porn star and yes, she is the hottest bitch.

Words of wisdom.

Words of wisdom.