thestate

i just got home from the bloc party concert in beautiful brooklyn. mccarren pool park, to be precise. i'm tired, my head hurts, and my feet are in so much pain that i've practiacally forgotten about my headache. practically, being the key word here. the biggest downer of all is that i missed on the chance to get a really cute girl's phone number tonight. i was hanging out her, a friend of a friend of a friend, all day long (at the friend of a friend's apt) before the show. from what i could perceive, she'd been throwing some heavy signals to me. on the busride to the venue she got up from her seat just to share my seat. we continuted our drunken flirty banter that had been exchanged frequently during the 2 prior hours. i figured i'd ask for her number after the show, instead of right then and there, like a normal person would. long story short, she started having convulsions during as the band went on, and promptly left. i didn't get to say goodbye, and most likely i'll never see her again.

in good news, I'M MOVING TO MY NEW APARTMENT IN NYC ON WEDNESDAY! kiss my ass, long island.