best friends with that girl
date: May 20th, 2008 2:17 am - Subscribe
mood: loyal
music: dd/mm/yyyy
this weekend was pretty good. i thought i would have earlier nights. they were certainly less wild, but no earlier.
thursday, i think i fell in love all over again. maybe. it's a secret though, very hush hush.
friday i slept late and hung out in my pajamas and then went to the dd/mm/yyyy and video hippos all ages. it was really great to see judge dread again. i should brush up my lyrics so that i can sing along for more than just the part that any chump could manage. during crusades, robert broke two mic stands. there were a bunch of kids there that don't normally go to shows/these kind of shows/don't know robert and seemed pretty scared of him. they created one of, if not the largest horse shoe i have ever seen.
the blue leader opened for video hippos. 'we dream of infinite rooms. we are the first person shooters.' video hippos were really great. as if i hadn't been won over already, they had a whole video made based on 'they live' starring rowdy roddy piper.
dd/mm/yyyy had a smart idea and set up in the corner for a more intimate experience. they played a really great set. everyone seemed pretty impressed.
this is a picture that someone took. i'm in it. i must be about four feet tall.
matt, the one i have a huge crush on, fell on my feet and i pretty much melted. handsome boys kill me.
i went to the rose and thistle afterwards for four of a kind, cock sparrer tribute and midnight heat!!!
i was too tired from a late night thursday and a long day of watching bands. i half napped for a while on a bench and watched everyone's coats and bags and only stood up for midnight heat. i liked seeing them play again, but i guess i had really bad anxiety or something. maybe it was just the bar girls dancing up front and trying to get me to dance with them. sometimes i need my space at shows, and everywhere. sometimes i want to just stand at a comfortable distance from someone and not talk to them. sometimes i really like not talking.
phillips and i walked home together, which was nice considering how sketchy my walks home have been lately.
i had work saturday but it wasn't very busy at all. i made a bunch of pita chips for dd/mm/yyyy because i figured they might be hungry. i drew a keyboard on the bag and brought them greek feta and tangy thai sauce to dip them in. they thanked me profusely and i got to hang out with them. i know that sounds lame, but i really like making new friends in other places, even though i end up spending a fortune on postage to keep in touch. i think i like some distance. maybe i'm not as good close up. i don't know.
it was a great show. i kind of feel like i never want to set foot in a bar again, but the ship full of under agers is not as bad. i stuck around until pretty late with the boys. i am usually not ready to go home when everyone else is. party animal. not really. i just wanted someone to tuck me in.
yesterday i worked an excruciating eight hours and tomorrow i work nine and will probably die.
at least i really like my coworkers. tonight kaitlyn and i sat down for an hour and talked about sex. i don't really have any girlfriends that i can talk about sex with like that so it was definitely appreciated. somehow, even though we sat down for so long, and even though it was really busy earlier, we got all the work done by the time i got off.
i have been listening to daniel johnston in my bedroom late at night and also in the day when nobody is home. i sit on my bed and i want to cry so bad but i must have forgotten how.
i embarrassed myself very badly thursday night as well and wanted to cry but couldn't muster it up.
i don't know what the hell i'm doing. trying to avoid being lonely.
handsome boys kill me. they always have great eyelashes and charming smiles and sweaters that you know would be good to cuddle into. they smell like outdoors and scraping your knee and pushing back tears. their hands are rougher than yours and make you feel safe when you put them together. they let you ride shotgun if they drive, or double you up on their bikes. when you show them your bedroom all they wanna do is go through your record collection. they try to not show when they're impressed. they die if you're bold enough to wink.
i just want to be best friends and make out.
xxx,
bee
p.s.
this photo surfaced from 'threaded' at the anna templeton centre.
a. while this photo was being taken, some dickhole was stealing my purse
b. are you ever afraid that maybe you're mentally retarded and nobody has the guts to tell you? photos like this evoke this fear
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anonymous - June 10th, 2008 |