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i've decided to post all of my entries from my new journal on here, just to keep people who say "add me!" but then haven't added me yet updated. because it kind of sucks that the internet is pretty much the only way we can keep in touch nowadays. who ever has time to talk on the phone?!
last night, a bunch of my friends and i went to an asian festival thing at my school as part of our year long project for theatre survey. it was far too long, although the boys were fixed intently on the french polynesian hula dancers. we left to go clubbing, but instead people wanted to go to a place called pounders, which is a club where boys under 21 can get in. beaver and i decided to go to steak n' shake instead, which is pretty much like friendly's only greasier and leaves you feeling more nauseous. we wound up back at linda's, where most of us got bombed. i really hate beer, so i ran for the tequila. there wasn't enough to get me drunk, so i basically spent the evening listening to the harrowing tales of six drunk girls and a lovesick boy. i left at around 3, and fell into bed.
i should probably mention that last night, harry and i discussed our faults on a level that was far too honest. in a summarized explanation (although i am much bolder on my new journal) i used last night to make a decision as to whether or not to end it. i haven't come to a conclusion yet, only that either answer might kill me. i'm freaking out, but i can't be upset after a night like last night.
if nothing else, i have theatre to keep me satisfied.
theatre, and excellent new best beloveds.
alright, and i suppose tequila has it's place too.
my new livejournal is oozing_surprise. add me!
and no, i'm not at all sorry for devouring your friend's page.
last night, a bunch of my friends and i went to an asian festival thing at my school as part of our year long project for theatre survey. it was far too long, although the boys were fixed intently on the french polynesian hula dancers. we left to go clubbing, but instead people wanted to go to a place called pounders, which is a club where boys under 21 can get in. beaver and i decided to go to steak n' shake instead, which is pretty much like friendly's only greasier and leaves you feeling more nauseous. we wound up back at linda's, where most of us got bombed. i really hate beer, so i ran for the tequila. there wasn't enough to get me drunk, so i basically spent the evening listening to the harrowing tales of six drunk girls and a lovesick boy. i left at around 3, and fell into bed.
i should probably mention that last night, harry and i discussed our faults on a level that was far too honest. in a summarized explanation (although i am much bolder on my new journal) i used last night to make a decision as to whether or not to end it. i haven't come to a conclusion yet, only that either answer might kill me. i'm freaking out, but i can't be upset after a night like last night.
if nothing else, i have theatre to keep me satisfied.
theatre, and excellent new best beloveds.
alright, and i suppose tequila has it's place too.
my new livejournal is oozing_surprise. add me!
and no, i'm not at all sorry for devouring your friend's page.