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oh man oh man oh man. i'm getting so bored in this town. and it's totally not that there's nothing to do. cause i think there's tons to do, i'm just too insecure to do any of it.
i have decided that this must be heaven, as every bar i've been to thus far has good ole pbr, on tap at that. it's fucking crazy. so yeah, i've been out a handful of times thus far, saw a few good shows, had a rockin' dance night on the electric dance floor. and we've been lucky enough to have met some great guys here, i'm just a little worried. maybe it's cause i'm a girl, maybe it's cause i'm just not cool, but i don't think they are my friends. i'm thinking i'm just the girl that hangs out with kurt and by default hangs out with them. this is insane, i suppose, as i've hung out with them just as much as he has and have just as much in common with them and am just as engaging, i'm sure of it. but he's the one who gets called when they want to hang out. hell, he's the one who has anyone's frickin' phone number, i couldn't hang out with anyone if i wanted.
jesus, i'm just being paranoid and jealous. i'm just deathly afraid of becoming one of those people who shares all of her friends with her other and somehow someday someone will come up with a snazzy way to join our names together. that's fucking bullshit. i've never moved to a new town and had friendship making become a joint task. i don't like this. i am my own person, right?
so yeah, i suppose i could get off my ass go out there alone and meet some people. but first of all, i'm scared to death of going anywhere alone. and secondly, the people here are super ultra mega scary. i mean i had no idea what kind of thing i was getting myself into here. everyone is a fucking hipster, it seems, there are NO regular people. for example, a guy sitting next to us last night at the bluebird captured my attention for quite some time. he was wearing a black turtleneck, some jeans with rainbow embroidery on the back pockets, over these jeans was a jean skirt sitting low on his hips and going down to just above his knees. he had the aforementioned jeans rolled up on just one leg and some random hip tennis shoes. but to top this off, he had dark short, but curly hair and then A FUCKING BLEACHED BLONDE RAT TAIL. so yeah, i'm afraid to talk to these people.
all i'm asking for is someone to watch daytime talk shows with me, eat massive amounts of ice cream, share secret inside jokes about insanely dressed scenesters, and hold super secret dance parties with me (preferably in our underwear). i just want a friend. i want someone to call me. 985-226-3500. call. please.
i am so lonely i even voted for american idol last night. oh my god, i'm dying.
i have decided that this must be heaven, as every bar i've been to thus far has good ole pbr, on tap at that. it's fucking crazy. so yeah, i've been out a handful of times thus far, saw a few good shows, had a rockin' dance night on the electric dance floor. and we've been lucky enough to have met some great guys here, i'm just a little worried. maybe it's cause i'm a girl, maybe it's cause i'm just not cool, but i don't think they are my friends. i'm thinking i'm just the girl that hangs out with kurt and by default hangs out with them. this is insane, i suppose, as i've hung out with them just as much as he has and have just as much in common with them and am just as engaging, i'm sure of it. but he's the one who gets called when they want to hang out. hell, he's the one who has anyone's frickin' phone number, i couldn't hang out with anyone if i wanted.
jesus, i'm just being paranoid and jealous. i'm just deathly afraid of becoming one of those people who shares all of her friends with her other and somehow someday someone will come up with a snazzy way to join our names together. that's fucking bullshit. i've never moved to a new town and had friendship making become a joint task. i don't like this. i am my own person, right?
so yeah, i suppose i could get off my ass go out there alone and meet some people. but first of all, i'm scared to death of going anywhere alone. and secondly, the people here are super ultra mega scary. i mean i had no idea what kind of thing i was getting myself into here. everyone is a fucking hipster, it seems, there are NO regular people. for example, a guy sitting next to us last night at the bluebird captured my attention for quite some time. he was wearing a black turtleneck, some jeans with rainbow embroidery on the back pockets, over these jeans was a jean skirt sitting low on his hips and going down to just above his knees. he had the aforementioned jeans rolled up on just one leg and some random hip tennis shoes. but to top this off, he had dark short, but curly hair and then A FUCKING BLEACHED BLONDE RAT TAIL. so yeah, i'm afraid to talk to these people.
all i'm asking for is someone to watch daytime talk shows with me, eat massive amounts of ice cream, share secret inside jokes about insanely dressed scenesters, and hold super secret dance parties with me (preferably in our underwear). i just want a friend. i want someone to call me. 985-226-3500. call. please.
i am so lonely i even voted for american idol last night. oh my god, i'm dying.