Sep 10, 2007 17:50
So, I'll be moving to Chicago 2 weeks from this Friday (the 29th).
I decided to buy my ticket and just do it.
I've only tolled 10 or 12 people...
One of them not being Rachel...
I really, really don't want to tell her. Only because I know she'll be really, really upset.
And that is one of my weakest traits, being a disappointment or causing sadness.
So, I prolong these things as long as possible.
Which is really fucked and always turns out worse then just doing it.
Wish me luck, tonight's the night.
Over the weekend I went camping with Dj and his brother.
I don't think I'm proud to say that he and I are capable of drinking an entire 174 bottle (a little less then a gallon) of vodka between ourselves and not getting alcohol poisoning, but we did. And had some interesting revelations in the process.
We are lost, our souls are black like tar and white like wings.
We're also having a going-away open-mic esque ordeal this Friday, which is probably the last time I'll be in Junction before I leave.
I don't know what to play.
I don't know what to do...