Get your goth on
Ooh, I'm excited.
School went well today, despite the fact that I almost needed some extreme roadside assistance on the way in. I almost got sideswiped on the highway, I hit my brakes, and started spinning around on the wet road. That's the sort of thing that'll really wake you up in the morning.
In theater class--that's such an awesome class, I'm cool with everyone--this girl I usually sit near, who usually wears pentacles, told me about this place in Providence. I've been meaning to check out Club Hell, but she says Hathor's Garden is much better. I checked the website. She's right. This is where the freaks go on Friday night. And I'm so there.
But I won't be going alone! The girl--I think her name is Katie, not sure how it's spelled--said she'd introduce me to some people, cause she "kinda-sorta" works there. And just now, I called my cousin Beth, and she was really excited about going to Hathor's, too. Her sister, Steph, hasn't been out since she turned 18, and Beth wants to change that. So when I get out of Oz tonight, I'm going to call Beth, change clothes, and go. Hell, the club is 3 minutes from the theater, according to Mapquest...and tonight is a jello-wrestling toga party. It doesn't make sense not to go. I'll let ya know how it goes.
School went well today, despite the fact that I almost needed some extreme roadside assistance on the way in. I almost got sideswiped on the highway, I hit my brakes, and started spinning around on the wet road. That's the sort of thing that'll really wake you up in the morning.
In theater class--that's such an awesome class, I'm cool with everyone--this girl I usually sit near, who usually wears pentacles, told me about this place in Providence. I've been meaning to check out Club Hell, but she says Hathor's Garden is much better. I checked the website. She's right. This is where the freaks go on Friday night. And I'm so there.
But I won't be going alone! The girl--I think her name is Katie, not sure how it's spelled--said she'd introduce me to some people, cause she "kinda-sorta" works there. And just now, I called my cousin Beth, and she was really excited about going to Hathor's, too. Her sister, Steph, hasn't been out since she turned 18, and Beth wants to change that. So when I get out of Oz tonight, I'm going to call Beth, change clothes, and go. Hell, the club is 3 minutes from the theater, according to Mapquest...and tonight is a jello-wrestling toga party. It doesn't make sense not to go. I'll let ya know how it goes.