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PSAT today. It was. Alright. I think I did okay. But that's not important. What's important is my mini-adventure after school, and that I found the love of my life (and this other guy who I want to lock in my closet, but he's not as important (but he was really pretty)). I ventured along with GinE and David to wander up and down Hillsborough Street. And again, this entry is interrupted by a picture Caitlin sent me, this time of her background. It's me over and over again. Really scary. Awesome.
So yes. Hillsborough. It was good times. I bought (okay David bought me) a Lou Reed poster at Schoolkids, and we searched through used records, and I wanted the 99 cent Village People. Why didn't we get it. Damn. We began to venture over to Curious Goods when all of a sudden GOD SET THE WORLD ON FIRE. With rain. That is. Lots and lots of rain. I'm still wet. And cold. We finally made it there, and I adore that store and I called Cait to beg her to come to the store with 22 dollars to buy me a Smile If You're Gay shirt. I mean. Because I wanted to talk to her. Anyway, I didn't get the shirt, but the lady who worked there, who was cool, let me have the flyer for the Faint show on the wall. Whatever. Then we went to a vintage clothing store above Curious Goods, and messed with horrendous clothes and watched the group of I think they were lesbians.
THEN. THEN. THEN. WHEN WE LEFT. I SAW THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY. He is mine. Forever. I encountered him two or three more times. He and his friend wanted us to see their band BUT DAVID WAS ALL LIKE RAWR NO sjdksdhhd. Skasdf. Went back to Schoolkids where some creepy guy asked for my phone number. Why doesn't that work when I want it to. I found a poster for some thing about the Clash in a box full of old flyers and shit, and took it. The Schoolkids guy liked my COMMUNIST FOR KERRY! nametag. We watched David eat pizza. Saw the love of my life again. Squealed. GinE got coffee. Saw the love of my life again. Got thisclose to him. Oh man. I could pee.
I miss him. Find him for me and you get a wet sock.
So yes. Hillsborough. It was good times. I bought (okay David bought me) a Lou Reed poster at Schoolkids, and we searched through used records, and I wanted the 99 cent Village People. Why didn't we get it. Damn. We began to venture over to Curious Goods when all of a sudden GOD SET THE WORLD ON FIRE. With rain. That is. Lots and lots of rain. I'm still wet. And cold. We finally made it there, and I adore that store and I called Cait to beg her to come to the store with 22 dollars to buy me a Smile If You're Gay shirt. I mean. Because I wanted to talk to her. Anyway, I didn't get the shirt, but the lady who worked there, who was cool, let me have the flyer for the Faint show on the wall. Whatever. Then we went to a vintage clothing store above Curious Goods, and messed with horrendous clothes and watched the group of I think they were lesbians.
THEN. THEN. THEN. WHEN WE LEFT. I SAW THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY. He is mine. Forever. I encountered him two or three more times. He and his friend wanted us to see their band BUT DAVID WAS ALL LIKE RAWR NO sjdksdhhd. Skasdf. Went back to Schoolkids where some creepy guy asked for my phone number. Why doesn't that work when I want it to. I found a poster for some thing about the Clash in a box full of old flyers and shit, and took it. The Schoolkids guy liked my COMMUNIST FOR KERRY! nametag. We watched David eat pizza. Saw the love of my life again. Squealed. GinE got coffee. Saw the love of my life again. Got thisclose to him. Oh man. I could pee.
I miss him. Find him for me and you get a wet sock.