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and it's hard to hold a candle |
Friday, Nov. 08, 2002 - 12:20 pm tonight, the show prestently listening to:E.L.O. intentions to: go out tonight. i'm not staying home. i'm going out. soberity level: ((sigh)) hello and welcome. today i failed an Human Sexuality test. hmmm, i think i need to do some field research...because i don't know shit from shat apparently! yes, well, moving on. tonight is the night friends. yup. tonight i have a date with destiny...ok, probably not destiny. i'm going to a show. brandon's show. now, i'm directly opposed to girls whom swoon after musicians soley because they are musicians. so, in that regaurd, i would have liked to remeet this gent under more nutral circumstances. but, shit, i'm lucky this is happening finally. i'm really bad at meeting people. i tend to draw people with big problems or creepy intrests. so, to have a good looking guy prescreened for me is quite a treat indeed. i have little to no expectations for the evening. i'm a little nervous only because this evening has been built up for over a week now. i'll get all dolled up, hope the show will rock and hopefully have a great time outside of this whole brandon event. ((sigh)) ok then. i'm going to go read his journal that he doesn't know i know of. this is an evil insight to have. whatev.
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in the cold November rain |