daisuki

ok, so i'm back to being in love with kurt cobain again, which i realize is more than just a little creepy. but lately my thesis adviser has been such an egotistical prick, and there's really no one else to like.

i saw the faint on wednesday and the paramedics came, and i was wearing a suicidegirls hoodie, and one of them came over to me and said "suicide girls rule!!!" and i was like, "uhh, yeah, someone's dying." it was weird.

then we went to the matador, and i drank too much, for a change and ran into a guy i had a huge crush on freshman year. and i just kept knockin 'em back and like "accidentally" touching his knee, and just being a humungous dork. and then he started talking about how his ex-girlfriend never wore tampons and used to get blood all over him. and i was like "oh [so-and-so] you're sooooo funny. that is sooooooo interesting" gross. i hate myself.

sooo... i hope you enjoyed reading the most boring journal entry ever.