Oh God, it's Monday. Allow me to relive the weekend in reverse, in order to stave off the horror of beginning a new week for just a moment longer....
I had kind of a crash tonight. After putting some brown and black streaks in my hair, I got out of the shower feeling completely bloated and disgusting. I pouted for an hour or so before falling asleep to Donnie Darko. When I woke up I felt a little better. I pouted some more though cause I had to say goodbye to Roy.
Then I went to the cafeteria to get some food, where the exceedingly obese cashier looked over my selections and said: "Really junkin' it up tonight with all the fried stuff, huh?" Instead of telling him to spare me the fucking comments on what I'm eating, I said nothing. It was like I was ten years old again with my dad looking over my shoulder as I'm fixing my lunch. "Bologna, huh? I thought you were on a diet." THEN, I realized I forgot my wallet and had to go back to my dorm and come all the way back to pay the jerk. To top it all off, I ran out of cigarettes.
The Producers matinee today was fabulous, even though I was feeling sick and gross throughout the whole show.
Josh + Kara invited Roy + me over last night, where we watched Attack of the 50 ft Woman, listened to Tim Curry records, drank White Russians, shared smokes and engaged in a lot of incoherent theological conversations.
Yesterday afternoon Roy and I drove around for awhile looking for a park in which to take pictures, but all we found was a 7-Eleven, and a cemetary:
Friday was Murder By Death + Appleseed Cast at Rhino's. I'd never been there or seen either of those bands before so it was an all right time, even though I felt like to fit in I would have to regress to my 15-year-old psuedo-bisexual big-pants spikey-hair phase.
There you have it. Hope everyone else had great adventures this weekend, and good luck at school/work/whatever tommorow!
I had kind of a crash tonight. After putting some brown and black streaks in my hair, I got out of the shower feeling completely bloated and disgusting. I pouted for an hour or so before falling asleep to Donnie Darko. When I woke up I felt a little better. I pouted some more though cause I had to say goodbye to Roy.
Then I went to the cafeteria to get some food, where the exceedingly obese cashier looked over my selections and said: "Really junkin' it up tonight with all the fried stuff, huh?" Instead of telling him to spare me the fucking comments on what I'm eating, I said nothing. It was like I was ten years old again with my dad looking over my shoulder as I'm fixing my lunch. "Bologna, huh? I thought you were on a diet." THEN, I realized I forgot my wallet and had to go back to my dorm and come all the way back to pay the jerk. To top it all off, I ran out of cigarettes.
The Producers matinee today was fabulous, even though I was feeling sick and gross throughout the whole show.
Josh + Kara invited Roy + me over last night, where we watched Attack of the 50 ft Woman, listened to Tim Curry records, drank White Russians, shared smokes and engaged in a lot of incoherent theological conversations.
Yesterday afternoon Roy and I drove around for awhile looking for a park in which to take pictures, but all we found was a 7-Eleven, and a cemetary:
Friday was Murder By Death + Appleseed Cast at Rhino's. I'd never been there or seen either of those bands before so it was an all right time, even though I felt like to fit in I would have to regress to my 15-year-old psuedo-bisexual big-pants spikey-hair phase.
There you have it. Hope everyone else had great adventures this weekend, and good luck at school/work/whatever tommorow!
grayblue:
that's how rhino's always is, but do yourself a favor, and don't associate that with MBD.
seymouria:
hey- I saw Murder by Death last spring. I never fit in at concerts either...unless I really try. I typically spend my time counting the lame band tee-shirts kids wear to concerts to show how hip they are.