it wasn't a party, it was more of a 'fuck comcast' celebration. i hope nobody did anything they didn't want to do. i know that i had a great time, though.

the last few days have been full of shows, parties, broken cars, baseball games, and meeting lots of new cool people ( Read more... )

it has become apparent to me that everybody brought their best.

tonight is the housewarming party for the two apartments at 206 olive street, as well as the going-away party for Trevor R.H. free shots and beer, while supplies last (which should be a while), show up around 11:00.

SATURDAY september 4th
combination 206 housewarming/TRH going away party
bring only your best.

tonight i feel as though a humongous weight was lifted from/added to me. i had a long talk with princess Di, and i still feel like i did 24 hours ago. maybe this whole thing takes longer than i thought. but even so, i hate it. hate it hate it hate it. i hate how i feel, but only like 10% of the time. the rest of the time i feel like i have a ( Read more... )

last night my roommate came out of the closet with varying degrees of certainty in different areas of his persona. i am certain he is a lousy drunk. i also think he hears voices, or has an imaginary friend or six, or something.
and yeah, he's probably gay.

yesterday somebody told me i was the most devout pacifist he knows. i felt sorry for him. he must know some mean people.

last night for just a few minutes, i felt homesick-- like the kind you get when you're in first grade and you unexpectedly want your mommy, and you start crying and you don't know why. I guess whenever something major changes in your life, you long for familiarity, and the most familiar thing to anyone, i guess, is home ( Read more... )

damn, i'm in fourth place, bitches. that's what four hundred points in three days does, eh? must be nice to have that all the time. you're next, gumerson.