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Well tonight was fun, in a terrible kind of way. Sam, Shannon, the Amanda's, Tyler, Arwen and I went to the Rooftop above the Sticky Wicket, then to Plan b. Tyler had buffalo jerky, it went very well with the Caesar I had. Anyways, boys are stupid as per usual, and all the girls were ugly, typical for Plan b I guess. On the upside they played some techno that wasn't filled with rap. When we left, on the way out the door some guy called me emo. I didn't notice cause I was busy ignoring people, then another random guy on the street made some similar comment and said something about killing ourselves. It was stupid. Obviously people are dumb and can't distinguish emo from and goth and/or fetish (I was wearing my four inch platform boots with the buckles, the pants and waist cincher with the locks and D-rings, a mesh shirt with bra, my collar and bondage cuffs). Humanity worries me, in far more than one way.