Feeds:Wednesday, Second Week
"It's not American; I don't know how it works." -Marie Justine Bell, 04/07/2004
This is the beginning of the end.
This is the beginning of a beginning.
So I had a pretty crazy night last night. I'll relate it speed-style: Went concert. No ID. Came back, grabbed ID, went back. Missed Starlister, also P1XEL. Made me sad. Saw Dig for Fire, were alright. Saw Health & Beauty, were alright, not as good as hoped. Still adore Sara, though. Awesome voice. Metra seems cool building, stupid rules (No re-entry? No mosh? The shaft?). Clark's, veggie burger good. Red line, met Lorange's friend Matt, his pals, random drunk kid from Forest Park. Hoggle. Pierce. Met an abundance of Ians. Good deal. Fun times. We love you, Ronald. We love you so much! Put many things in mouth (pica?), came homeat five-thirty, went to sleep at six, got up at eight. Raah.
First IM soccer game this afternoon, we lost 4-0 to Compton. To Compton! I don't know if can show my face up there for a few weeks. My first time reffing, too, and that was alright. Dinner was vegan yummy, and then I came home. Now I must do Latin, SOSC reading.
If I got enough prospies and tied them together, do you think I could make a raft?
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