11-04-00 Saturday

~just beg me~

Crazy...this whole weekend. It doesn't feel like Saturday. It feels like it should be Sunday already. Cause I actually did something on a Friday night when I usually work...or sit at home on my keister. I went with Lisa, Aimee, and their friend Jenny to the Grove football playoff game. And that was...a bunch of people I don't know staring at me. Giving me the "she doesn't belong" look. Then we drove around for what seemed like forever. And finally ended up at some party. A lot of drinking. An awful lot of smoking. Including the "bon fire" smoke...which was in my face the majority of the time. I probably looked like I was on crack. My eyes were watering...ya. The party was...a high school thing. Lisa and I talked about it later. We talked about quite a few things. I don't know. It just wasn't me. I don't party. I'm not big into that sort of thing and I just felt like the party pooper. I went cause there's nothing wrong with trying something. Maybe if I had been drinking...(HA no.) It was the type of thing where the only way to have fun was to drink like everyone else. So I just didn't have fun.

~You're getting closer~

Came home last night at about midnight and slept until noon. That was definitely nice. (They're making fun of TRL on SNL. Charlize Theron is hosting. I never knew that girl was so funny.) Speaking of sleep, I should probably get some. Then again, I might have another dream about marrying Marilyn Manson. (ya, that was pretty wack) I think it was because I watched his "diary" on MTV the other night. I thought, "hey, he's a scary guy. This might be an interesting show." but well, he's really kinda boring. So ya, weird dream. Lisa had a freaky dream too. Something about me living in this haunted mansion. And my brother's name was Nick, and Aimee turns into me. Chris went through some portal...it was pretty wack. I don't think mine even compares. So anyhow, I'm really spacing out right now. Not paying attention to typing or anything really. So I'm going to bed now. It's about that time.

~peaceful as a hurricane~

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