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Feb. 9th, 2002 01:26 amprepare to be offended.
Beth's still stinks. In an odorous way. I like that. I think more places should be smelly. They make you feel at home. Their food is kind of a load, however. I'm beginning to regret those hash browns.
It's funny how much friends change in a few months. Apparantly Lailey is someone's girlfriend, Josh Adams is some kind of ass, Alina is cool and the moon is blood-red. Rumor has it my friends own $300 consoles and drive their own cars - thank god rock still rocks. And Graham is here to help me tape it. Arrr!
Sitting in a room with numerous hot ladies just isn't the thrill it used to be. Maybe I know them too well. Or not well enough - or maybe a little of both.
I am SUCH a geek. It continues to amaze me. Sometimes it feels awkward looking people in the eye. I just do it so rarely. I have to remind myself - daily - that girls "think totally different than I do".
Rats, that's pretty depressing. Best not think about it too much.
Small Time Crooks - decent movie, hella not what I expected. Somehow I feel cheated. I think it was promoted incorrectly. Anyone know what happened to his buddies? The pyro? The dumbass? Houdini ain't got nothin' on these suppourting characters.
But in the end it's just me downstairs, typing at 1:30 in the morning and feeling like the evening wasn't a waste. There are few places I'd rather be than a stinking Beth's on a Friday night with people that listen and laugh. Because you know, somebody's got to pay for the piano.
Beth's still stinks. In an odorous way. I like that. I think more places should be smelly. They make you feel at home. Their food is kind of a load, however. I'm beginning to regret those hash browns.
It's funny how much friends change in a few months. Apparantly Lailey is someone's girlfriend, Josh Adams is some kind of ass, Alina is cool and the moon is blood-red. Rumor has it my friends own $300 consoles and drive their own cars - thank god rock still rocks. And Graham is here to help me tape it. Arrr!
Sitting in a room with numerous hot ladies just isn't the thrill it used to be. Maybe I know them too well. Or not well enough - or maybe a little of both.
I am SUCH a geek. It continues to amaze me. Sometimes it feels awkward looking people in the eye. I just do it so rarely. I have to remind myself - daily - that girls "think totally different than I do".
Rats, that's pretty depressing. Best not think about it too much.
Small Time Crooks - decent movie, hella not what I expected. Somehow I feel cheated. I think it was promoted incorrectly. Anyone know what happened to his buddies? The pyro? The dumbass? Houdini ain't got nothin' on these suppourting characters.
But in the end it's just me downstairs, typing at 1:30 in the morning and feeling like the evening wasn't a waste. There are few places I'd rather be than a stinking Beth's on a Friday night with people that listen and laugh. Because you know, somebody's got to pay for the piano.
