longpastbedtime

This is what I hate about having two journals: you toss out your activities, random thoughts, witty quotes and whatnot in one of them, and then, like a bulimic 13-year-old girl, you stick your finger back down your throat and vomit up a second helping. Actually, my friend had to do that last weekend. He'd had a lot to drink, and he knew he was going to vomit, but he didn't know when, so he thought he'd help himself along. Which is good, because he was riding in my car. I'd say it was pretty hardcore of him, but since it was his fault in the first place, it's just dumb.

On Wednesday I get to drive 3 hours to see Henry Rollins speak. I've seen him before, and he's awesome. I'll have to start back to my house at like 11:30, and I have a psych test the next day, but it'll be damn worth it. Rollins is still the best speaker I've ever seen. I love the guy.