This weekend was pretty crazy. I went home Thursday night. Hung out with errbody. Amanda, Brucey, Cynthia. Then I even got to see my dear Kristina. I love that I can talk shit with her. It's fun. Especially 'bout bitches who talk shit 'bout my family. I slept at Cyn's for the night and didn't get too much sleep. Friday consisted of being super lazy and doing laundry. Then off to BRAND NEW! It took $30 to fill my tank half way. Definite gas leak as well. We got to Salve which was in the middle of nowhere and in the middle of a ton of mansions. The school was so weird. And it felt so different being there. Kevin Devine opened. with the goddamn band. They were aight. We were right up in front for Brand New. Jesse opened with Soco. Which was sweet. Amanda ended up being right next to the hot dj from my school who listens to the most amazzzzzzzzing music ever-er. They played one new song. Almost everything off deja. Bullet or the Chapstick. 70 x 7. And my favorite No Seatbelt Song. I have videos/photos which I need to upload later. All of them look so old. And Vinnie has a sweet moustache. We left to try and steal the poster from one of the halls but forgot there was glass case over it. And went to my car and guess who parked right next to me. Or I next to him. Hot dj man. It's a sign. I ended up at Bruce's that night since he had waited for me at his house since 10:30. Woke him up around 12:30. We chatted it up and hung out like old times. Until we both passed out to the news. Such a familiar/deja vu thang. Saturday I slept 'til 2. I was home for most of the day and got my math prospectus done. Went shopping. Got clothes and candy. Spent a whole $11. Got my disposable developed from like 2 years ago at walmart. Hung out at Cyn's uncle's while she threw back about 4 malibus with pina juice. Went to Middleboro and saw Sammy Bats for a bit. Got home super late. Spent Sunday with the fam. And saw Brucey and said goodbyes. Another shocking statement from Mr. McMahon. "You should have given your phone to Paulette instead of Jess." Why does a kid who I made up the nickname Firecrotch and he knows it still say things implying that me and Bruce should be together? I don't understand it. But she sucks. And he has to lie to hang out with me. Because I am "weird" and he acts "different" when I'm around. Like what himself. Yeah. Because he's not all up on her shit. And because we "go into other rooms". I'm sorry if there are a bunch of 16 year olds touching each other while one of them is sweating down his face and looks like he is tripping balls. I would not like to be around that. AND WHY THE FUCK DO ALL THESE GIRLS HATE ME. WHY CAN I NOT HANG OUT WITH MY BEST FRIEND? WHY DO PEOPLE GET SO UPSET AT THE WAY WE ACT? NEITHER OF US GIVE A FUCK. WE ACT HOW WE ACT. WHY WOULD WE CHANGE OURSELVES? bitches is just jealous n shit. Just hoes n tricks. We established we are best friends. We talk almost everyday about all our problems. Old and new. And sometimes I hear to much. Such as potential stripper girlfriends. Icky. But it's all good. This is exactly the way I want things to be. And soon he'll be in a new town not too far away where he will be able to do his fishing. With the nightcrawlers that are still alive in my fridge from NH last summer. Word.
School is almost done with. 19 days left. I have so much due in the next two weeks. And I'm here for the next 3. People are home that I NEED to see. Not want. Need. And I'll be a maid of honor within the next year. Yikes. My favorite man rocks purple like it's his job. And is the whitest portugese/italian man ever.
They were really good. It wasn't there best show though. I think it might have to do with the crowd though since it was a college show. They played a ton of stuff off deja and a few old songs. And one new song. If you have the demos it was Untitled 8. I can't wait for the shows this summer. They'll be a lot more personal and hopefully will be playing a ton of the new stuff.