When you’re laughing, it’s magnetic. And it’s amazing how it cuts through the static.
I'm sitting here, quite contentedly, drinking tea and not studying.
The show last night was crazy fun.
Not because of the bands, though - 95% of the time, we were outside.
We walked to McDonald's to get assorted treats. The walk there wasn't bad at all, Jess and I sang BSB, loudly. It was great.
We got there, bought stuff, sat down. Laughing, lots of laughing. There's two sinks and one stall in the bathroom. Someone explain?
I accidently wiped someone's hours off the bathroom door - you know how employees put the time they cleaned or whatever? I didn't mean to.
Anyway, the walk back was terrible. But in a funny way. It was getting dark, and the june bugs were OUT. And attacking. I swallowed one. >.<
In case anyone ever gets the urge, I strongly advise against it. They get stuck in your throat something awful. Gagging and choking fits ensued, along with the consumption of fries.
We eventually swiped someone's newspaper and I used it to fight them off.
We got back and decided to read the paper. Em and I went for a walk later, and met up with a guy, Brent, who I had met earlier. At first I was quiet, as I am around someone I don't know. But as the night wore on, I became really comfortable around him.
He's really nice and we basically spent the rest of the night with him.
We stayed a little after the show was done, hanging about outside and just generally acting silly. I was leaning up against his car, resting my arm on him and I didn't want the night to end.
Probably one of the best shows.
He got my e-mail address, and I hate the false-pretexty way of talking to someone you've only met once somewhere, through someone else, that is generally unavoidable.
I really hope that he's at the next show. And I realize that it's strange, how if I actually open my mouth once in awhile, people might talk to me.
I'm happy right now.
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Before the show, I couldn't find a decent pair of pants. My mother threw this old pair of faded black jeans at me, and I decided to cut off the bottoms and poke holes in them. They turned out very well, and shall henceforth be referred to as my 'half-hour' pants, because that's how long it roughly took to make them. They went well with the shirt I made. It's fushia (I know, weird, eh?) and says 'This is in Spanish when you're not looking.' I love it to death.
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Just in case we never meet again, at least I'll have this memory..
The show last night was crazy fun.
Not because of the bands, though - 95% of the time, we were outside.
We walked to McDonald's to get assorted treats. The walk there wasn't bad at all, Jess and I sang BSB, loudly. It was great.
We got there, bought stuff, sat down. Laughing, lots of laughing. There's two sinks and one stall in the bathroom. Someone explain?
I accidently wiped someone's hours off the bathroom door - you know how employees put the time they cleaned or whatever? I didn't mean to.
Anyway, the walk back was terrible. But in a funny way. It was getting dark, and the june bugs were OUT. And attacking. I swallowed one. >.<
In case anyone ever gets the urge, I strongly advise against it. They get stuck in your throat something awful. Gagging and choking fits ensued, along with the consumption of fries.
We eventually swiped someone's newspaper and I used it to fight them off.
We got back and decided to read the paper. Em and I went for a walk later, and met up with a guy, Brent, who I had met earlier. At first I was quiet, as I am around someone I don't know. But as the night wore on, I became really comfortable around him.
He's really nice and we basically spent the rest of the night with him.
We stayed a little after the show was done, hanging about outside and just generally acting silly. I was leaning up against his car, resting my arm on him and I didn't want the night to end.
Probably one of the best shows.
He got my e-mail address, and I hate the false-pretexty way of talking to someone you've only met once somewhere, through someone else, that is generally unavoidable.
I really hope that he's at the next show. And I realize that it's strange, how if I actually open my mouth once in awhile, people might talk to me.
I'm happy right now.
------
Before the show, I couldn't find a decent pair of pants. My mother threw this old pair of faded black jeans at me, and I decided to cut off the bottoms and poke holes in them. They turned out very well, and shall henceforth be referred to as my 'half-hour' pants, because that's how long it roughly took to make them. They went well with the shirt I made. It's fushia (I know, weird, eh?) and says 'This is in Spanish when you're not looking.' I love it to death.
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Just in case we never meet again, at least I'll have this memory..