Oh what a weekend.
Friday Marisa and I went to seeThe Takeover UK at Brave New World. If you don't find them super-catchy you probably don't have a soul. The music on the site doesn't do them justice; they're even better live.
At the show, I saw that one person that I ALWAYS see on the exact date of our little thing that happened. I run into this person maybe once or twice a year, and one of these times is always on that exact date. It's SO CREEPY. It's kind of embarassing. But you need these kind of stories, these kinds of scars on your back, these kinds of ghosts in your closet. It makes life a little more interesting I guess. I'm just glad my blonde hair allows me to be incognito, so I can avoid awkward glances and conversations.
Anyway, we left the show early and went to Marisa's boyfriend's apartment which equated to bourbon, french fries, pop rocks, Cock Sparrer, and hilariously crazy and cute phonecalls and text messages from a certain someone.
I love the shit outta that boy. Like, he randomly called me on Friday to tell me that he was sitting around his house and got bored, so he got all dressed up (and drunk) "I just wanted you to know how goooooood I look!" He's so...him. So ridiculous. Ugh! It's crazy and it almost scares me how much I love him. (Because, you know, I'm really bad at letting myself be happy)
Saturday I got my roots touched up. Being blonde is such a big pain in the ass. I'm tempted to go back to dark but I think I'll regret it if I do. Anyway, after that I went to work, which was horrendous. But then the boy picked me up and we went back to his house and hung out and ate bean and cheese burritos and watched Fight Club and drank vodka and made sweet sweet looooove.
I walked down to the UniMart earlier and got a "Pumpkin Spice" coffee. It was neither pumpkiny or spicey. In fact, it pretty much tasted like regular coffee. How disappointing. AND the coochdouche working wouldn't sell me cigarettes because I forgot my ID. Boo.
I have a midterm tomorrow that I've been trying to study for. I can't concentrate. My brain is so scattered anymore. I can't focus on anything! How do I fix it!?
And because I really want to make this the longest entry ever, I am going to be super busy. Event calender is as follows:
10/10: Horrorpops show w/ Flop$
10/16: SGB in Cleveland (?)
10/17: Darkest Hour show w/ NicoleLee
10/22: SG Pittsburgh Helloween Party (y'all should come!)
10/27-10/30: Chicago to see Jill and:
Eeep!
11/11-11/14: New York City!?
Love,
Monroe
Friday Marisa and I went to seeThe Takeover UK at Brave New World. If you don't find them super-catchy you probably don't have a soul. The music on the site doesn't do them justice; they're even better live.
At the show, I saw that one person that I ALWAYS see on the exact date of our little thing that happened. I run into this person maybe once or twice a year, and one of these times is always on that exact date. It's SO CREEPY. It's kind of embarassing. But you need these kind of stories, these kinds of scars on your back, these kinds of ghosts in your closet. It makes life a little more interesting I guess. I'm just glad my blonde hair allows me to be incognito, so I can avoid awkward glances and conversations.
Anyway, we left the show early and went to Marisa's boyfriend's apartment which equated to bourbon, french fries, pop rocks, Cock Sparrer, and hilariously crazy and cute phonecalls and text messages from a certain someone.
I love the shit outta that boy. Like, he randomly called me on Friday to tell me that he was sitting around his house and got bored, so he got all dressed up (and drunk) "I just wanted you to know how goooooood I look!" He's so...him. So ridiculous. Ugh! It's crazy and it almost scares me how much I love him. (Because, you know, I'm really bad at letting myself be happy)
Saturday I got my roots touched up. Being blonde is such a big pain in the ass. I'm tempted to go back to dark but I think I'll regret it if I do. Anyway, after that I went to work, which was horrendous. But then the boy picked me up and we went back to his house and hung out and ate bean and cheese burritos and watched Fight Club and drank vodka and made sweet sweet looooove.
I walked down to the UniMart earlier and got a "Pumpkin Spice" coffee. It was neither pumpkiny or spicey. In fact, it pretty much tasted like regular coffee. How disappointing. AND the coochdouche working wouldn't sell me cigarettes because I forgot my ID. Boo.
I have a midterm tomorrow that I've been trying to study for. I can't concentrate. My brain is so scattered anymore. I can't focus on anything! How do I fix it!?
And because I really want to make this the longest entry ever, I am going to be super busy. Event calender is as follows:
10/10: Horrorpops show w/ Flop$
10/16: SGB in Cleveland (?)
10/17: Darkest Hour show w/ NicoleLee
10/22: SG Pittsburgh Helloween Party (y'all should come!)
10/27-10/30: Chicago to see Jill and:
Eeep!
11/11-11/14: New York City!?
Love,
Monroe
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I do know that Henry Rollins appeared as Vanilla Ice in the video for Third Bass's "Pop Goes the Weasel", though.