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I'm sorry I said, but deep down I meant it.
06.27.2004 | 4:56 pm I'm a bad girl. The show last night kind of sucked. Not for personal reasons, for musical reasons, although personally, I felt shitty. William Tucker played Dashboard covers and kept unplugging his guitar. I watched and clapped, but didn't like as much as I pretended to. I watched none of Hollowell, because I don't like them. Great, great people. Great band too, actually. And I do like them, I just didn't like them last night, because if I would have stayed in to listen to them, I would have probably cried. No further comments. Organized Hostility annoyed me. They were an annoying, aggressive metalcore band that's lead singer looked like Charles Manson. Credit due, they played a good set and amused the masses, but I dislike their music. Wretched performed nicely. Cliff jumped around half-naked with WF plastered on his chest. It was a funny. They covered "Sink, Florida, Sink" and that alone summed up my night. Good show. I walked the streets in search of a bathroom, but got a free drink instead, and a flyer. Weird. I eventually caved in my independence and took a dollar from Justin to pee at Caffe Latte. I wish all his friends were dead. Carlie stole Josh's keys and we took a 10 minute joyride at some point. Josh included. That was weird for some reason. Fun, yet weird. Josh's car has cupholders in the glove compartment and that amuses me to no end. Justin took me home and we made happy. We talked and blah. The ride home seemed a lot shorter than it was. We watched Freaky Friday and lay in his bed until my dad picked me up. Dad brought Wayne with him, so he had to take him back home. I got food from Wendy's and got online for 3.7 seconds to check my mail. I watched cartoons the rest of the time and contemplated going to sleep. Justin called 2-ish. We talked and did not make happy, so I called him back after rolling and tumbling on my couch for about 5 minutes. We talked and made some happy, but not all the way happy. My happy meter is about half way right now. Monday's his birthday and I'm gonna give him a happy, happy birthday. Even if it kills me. My dad came home around 4 a.m. and we talked for awhile. My dad really loves me and he understands me, for the most part. More so than my mom does. I find that weird because I always talk to my mom about stuff. I guess I'm afraid of my dad's reaction. We bonded and it was cool. He left again at 5 to go to work and I dozed off watching "Looney Toons in Hollywood." Last night was just too weird. And I didn't smoke a single cigarette on the way home from Meridian, despite how bad I felt. It was probably due to my skull grinding my brain and producing mania in my head - I had a headache. And bad thoughts. |
