who do voodoo we do...repeat til perfection
hm, well i feel like a bitch. after a hard practice i went to the store to get goods and then came home, only to be bombarded by mi amiga lauren, who couldn't find my number so she drove all the way over here, and kidnapped me to go to the first annual zine fest. which was headlined by voodoo glow skulls, who fucking kicked ass. and the thing was, i was kinda supposed to be with jordan that night. oh fuck. i am a bitch. we're okay now, i apologized profusely. i felt so bad when he told me the situation of his night. rarahrarhsr;kdga. the show was pretty cool though. lauren had the intentions of me being with paul at this show, and she told me that after he called and said he couldn't come for the reason of a fight con his stepfather. lauren had a couple of friends named catapult sam and tim and they were there, so i met them. catapult sam reminds me of my brother in ricky's pants. he is one of the sexiest people i have ever seen. what a body, in the tightest black pants i have ever seen, with combat boots and a leather jacket destroyed with silver sharpie home to many patches and buckles and damn. sexiness had never looked so sexy. you should have seen him dance, the charlston nonetheless, but he can make anything sexy. and it was a very muddy night, my flaming converse are no longer flaming, they are brown- completely. i was hit on by three too many drunk men- whispering sweet nothings into my ear. yeah, anyways, i hope to see harry potter again today. i love it. and my room is being bombed right now, with a bug bomb, and i can't go in there for another hour and so yeah. my first meet is coming up, i hope i don't shit myself. anyways, sleep tight.