i'm in the new place now. i love having my own room, and my roommates seem ok. i love my friends so much for loading my shit and helping me move it.

they have a kitten, ponce de leon, and while i'm usually not a cat person, this cat is cute. he does go crazy on me and starts biting once in a while but other than that he's always following me, and trying to get my attention

\.;/////////////0l 1hjjjjjjjjjjjjj that was the kitten walking on the keyboard

everything is still in boxes and i dont feel like unpacking yet even though i know i should. the living room is full of Living Dead Dolls, so i'm pretty sure i won't be having the nephews over.

the show was cool hunches put on a show with some girl spitting beer all over them.
i saw a friend, i didn't expect to see him there. he produced their album, i shouldnt have been suprised to see him, but i was. i don't know how to deal with certain people sometimes, aggggghhhhh! he's nice, i'm lame.

i think the best part of the night was when the security guard made me drink my alcohol in the bathroom because i'm underage. he looked like a young tupac shakur, so i obliged.