Last night I had the decision of going to a partayyy or my grandma's birthday party. I already had my mind set on going to that partayyy, but then my dad made me feel guilty for not going to my own grandma's birthday thing. I reluctantly went, but my dad told me that we would leave early so I can go to the partayyy. It sounded good to me. It got late and my dad was too tipsy to make the half-hour trip back home to Jersey. At my grandma's the most random thing happened, me and my uncle, that I barely talk with, had this amazing conversation, the kind you bond over. I would have cried, but there were too many people and I can't let anyone see me cry hhaha. I'm just glad my dad persuaded me to go to my grandma's. God is so funny. Every single, teeny event in life happens for a reason, whether you like it or not. I'd take amazing conversation over getting fucked up any day. Or amazing conversations while inebriated? Because drunken words are sober thoughts? I like sober words are sober thoughts better.