Tour dates! And junkies.
The Stones announced tour dates today. (!!!) They'll be in Philly in October. I don't care if they're old, I'd still love to go! The tickets are going to be expensive, though. So I'm going to have to find SOME way to get money. (Even though my dad is David Duchovny, money's kind of tight. So I have to buy the ticket myself.) The only idea I've come up with is prostitution.
There was an All-School JC today. And I had to sit on the floor for a really long time. My butt hurt. A LOT. And Meghan and I accidentally both wore our "Long Live Rock and Roll" shirts today, so everyone kept going "Hey, you guys are wearing the same shirt!" like we hadn't noticed. I was kind of in a bad mood, and I started smoking again for about 5 minutes. But then I couldn't find another cigarette so I quit smoking again. This time for good.
In other news, my mum gave me her library card last week. (I don't remember if I mentioned that or not.) So now I can place holds, and I don't get fines since my mum has a special staff card because she works there. I can get CDs and illegally make them into MP3 file on my computer and then put them on Jimmy. Buahahaha. Today Mum brought home yet another book about junkies that I placed on hold yesterday. I absolutely love reading about junkies, just heroin in general is so interesting. Not in an "Oh that sounds like fun!" sort of way but more like "WTF why would someone do that to themselves?" I have read almost all of the books about junkies that I know of, except I haven't gotten into William S. Burroughs (sp) yet. But this particular book that I read today was about a stripper who gets addicted to heroin and then she dies. Part of the needle broke off in her skin, and it was gross. Next I'm supposed to get this book, I forgot what it's called, but it has pictures of rusty spoons on the front. When I was 9 I read Sweet Valley High, when I was 10 I read Harlequin romace novels, when I was 11 and 12 I read Danielle Steel, and now I read books about either junkies, or groupies or rockstars, usually that were junkies. I've always loved to read.
There was an All-School JC today. And I had to sit on the floor for a really long time. My butt hurt. A LOT. And Meghan and I accidentally both wore our "Long Live Rock and Roll" shirts today, so everyone kept going "Hey, you guys are wearing the same shirt!" like we hadn't noticed. I was kind of in a bad mood, and I started smoking again for about 5 minutes. But then I couldn't find another cigarette so I quit smoking again. This time for good.
In other news, my mum gave me her library card last week. (I don't remember if I mentioned that or not.) So now I can place holds, and I don't get fines since my mum has a special staff card because she works there. I can get CDs and illegally make them into MP3 file on my computer and then put them on Jimmy. Buahahaha. Today Mum brought home yet another book about junkies that I placed on hold yesterday. I absolutely love reading about junkies, just heroin in general is so interesting. Not in an "Oh that sounds like fun!" sort of way but more like "WTF why would someone do that to themselves?" I have read almost all of the books about junkies that I know of, except I haven't gotten into William S. Burroughs (sp) yet. But this particular book that I read today was about a stripper who gets addicted to heroin and then she dies. Part of the needle broke off in her skin, and it was gross. Next I'm supposed to get this book, I forgot what it's called, but it has pictures of rusty spoons on the front. When I was 9 I read Sweet Valley High, when I was 10 I read Harlequin romace novels, when I was 11 and 12 I read Danielle Steel, and now I read books about either junkies, or groupies or rockstars, usually that were junkies. I've always loved to read.