What do you consider fun?

I'm upping my caffeine intake. I think it might be a fun little experiment. Last night I learned how to make coffee- no, I'm not retarded I just have never made coffee at my home before. It's quite fun. I drink my coffee on the train and by the time I get to work, I don't want to physically harm anyone; you could even say I am almost happy. Then I have another cup once I get there. When I get up to needing 5 cups a day I think I will take away caffeine all together and see what that does. Fun, right?

I need some free fun in my life right now. It has taken me until my 26 year of life to understand the true value of the dollar, especially because there aren't a lot of those free-flowing to me lately. This royally sucks. I think I'm going to sunbathe and read on The Great Lawn tomorrow, after laundry.

BUT I do have enough money to buy Paramore tickets! They will be in Central Park at the end of this month with Jack's Mannequin and Phantom Planet. I'm really excited, plus as soon as I mentioned it to the right person, everyone wants to go. Now there is a group of us going.

Someone seriously need to pull me away from this Twilight Saga. I have lost sleep, nearly missed my subway stops and read during lunch and smoke breaks standing up. There HAS to be crack in the pages of the book. (What is my obsession with crack lately?) All I know is I don't give my sleep up for anything but I can't put this book down. I'm officially obsessed. I do admit her writing is a little over the top to be a believable young adult novel, sometimes it's hard to believe a 17 year old thinks and acts like that, but I can look passed it. The books are a recockulously easy read- They're around 600 pages that are easily read in a day or two. Plus, the books could be so much shorter if her attention to insignificant details would cease. . . but none of this matters until I find out if Edward and Bella are together. I try and remember what that first love feeling felt like and I can't. Hell, I can't even remember what the last love of my life felt like (unless you consider my love of shoes. . .). I don't even remember what real heart break feels like. Maybe I should get on that. That could be considered fun, right?