the end has no end
i just got back from LA today after a week and a half adventure. i have mixed feelings about being back, but those are only influenced by one person really.
i went to the concert of my life. the strokes at the troubador. less than 400 hundred people at this tiny bar place. i was a bit high and a bunch drunk. it was great, i had to remind myself to stop dancing like a maniac and pay attention to the people perfoming on stage.
i got kicked out a bunch of times and wrecked a couple of homes. it worked out for fun, and perhaps also for the best. i have to deal with the repercussions in berkeley though.
i bought the jacket of my life. it cost a part of my life too.
i drove in LA for the 2nd time in my life. it was calming this time. being lost around UCLA sucks though. i dont know how i feel about the campus either. its very...bricky. all i know is that what i feel is not nicely.
i met a great guy. cute, mature, gentlemanly, obsessive compulsive like me. he's the reason i'm sad to have left. i really want something with him, but distance is a bitch. he's tied by a job, and i'm tied by school. we didn't talk about it, i wanted too, but i didn't want to be cligny and overly gay or lesbonic.
school starts soon. shit!
i went to the concert of my life. the strokes at the troubador. less than 400 hundred people at this tiny bar place. i was a bit high and a bunch drunk. it was great, i had to remind myself to stop dancing like a maniac and pay attention to the people perfoming on stage.
i got kicked out a bunch of times and wrecked a couple of homes. it worked out for fun, and perhaps also for the best. i have to deal with the repercussions in berkeley though.
i bought the jacket of my life. it cost a part of my life too.
i drove in LA for the 2nd time in my life. it was calming this time. being lost around UCLA sucks though. i dont know how i feel about the campus either. its very...bricky. all i know is that what i feel is not nicely.
i met a great guy. cute, mature, gentlemanly, obsessive compulsive like me. he's the reason i'm sad to have left. i really want something with him, but distance is a bitch. he's tied by a job, and i'm tied by school. we didn't talk about it, i wanted too, but i didn't want to be cligny and overly gay or lesbonic.
school starts soon. shit!