DISTRACTIONS!!!
I finally saw the last epsiode of Heroes. INTENSE! Minus that Hiro subplot and is anyone else getting sick of that Niki/Jessica thing? I AM. OVER IT. Oh and how typical, with what's her face and Isaac. PLEASE. And how fucking stupid was it that they couldn't say Mr.Bennet's first name? VERY OH! And Sylar is the worst actor ever. WAY too over-dramatic, but they write him that way so there you go. And Claire's mom is an IDIOT! Not the biological, too soon to say on that, but the one that lets crazy strange men stay over for dinner. And despite all this, you know I'm still going to watch the show until they can it. And I've come to realize that Peter Petrelli looks like a clean, GAP sweater wearing version of that Matt Devine character from Kill Hannah. P.S Props to that kid for at leats TRYING the Adam Ant white bar make-up. Hey Core, JESS SUCKS! LONG LIVE THE GAP SWEATER!!!
I got my tickets to silverchair in the mail today. Yes, since the plans I hoped for fell through, I decided to snag a ticket to the band I can't seem to grow out of. OH MY GOD, he looks like shit. I'm going to have trouble even looking at the stage. SO if you go, and you seem some girl sipping a bottle of water facing away from the stage, wave, because it's probably me.
I'm still debating whether or not to man up and buy a ticket to Coachella (JARVIS COCKERRR!!! I've been praying for this! Well, more like Pulp, but this is as close as I'm going to get I suppose), but I'm thinking someone I know can sneak me in. I only want to see a few bands, you know?
And now, I will lie awake in bed thinking sacred thoughts of my heart that I will never share with any of you. Goodnight.
I got my tickets to silverchair in the mail today. Yes, since the plans I hoped for fell through, I decided to snag a ticket to the band I can't seem to grow out of. OH MY GOD, he looks like shit. I'm going to have trouble even looking at the stage. SO if you go, and you seem some girl sipping a bottle of water facing away from the stage, wave, because it's probably me.
I'm still debating whether or not to man up and buy a ticket to Coachella (JARVIS COCKERRR!!! I've been praying for this! Well, more like Pulp, but this is as close as I'm going to get I suppose), but I'm thinking someone I know can sneak me in. I only want to see a few bands, you know?
And now, I will lie awake in bed thinking sacred thoughts of my heart that I will never share with any of you. Goodnight.