this is from kyle's journal---
I arrived at the university, wandered around a bit, yelled at Third Eye Blind with Guinn - they were playing there tonight, you see, so we went up to their tour bus and Guinn shouted all kinds of offensive things at them… they were inside, laughing, even though everything said was completely genuine and true. Heh. What an absolutely horrible, pathetic band. They symbolize everything that's wrong with rock music today. I hope they died onstage... that happened to Mark Sandman. A genius. Of course. No one crappy ever dies.

christ. how come people that *hate* third eye blind get to see them, yellat them, when i can't even go to the fucking concert? life is screwy like that.

anyways, i saw "frequency" tonight. i liked it. it was kinda creepy the way they were changing the past, but i still liked it.
well, i don't really know what to say, so i'm just going to talk like i would in my off-line journal. the guy in frequency reminded me of enrique iglesias so i had marc anthony's stupid song in my head because i always get them confused. right now i feel sad. i want to cry. i don't even fucking know why. i told mom about my depression and she didn't fucking believe me. sorry for all the fuckings, i'm in a bad mood. anyways. what the hell? i told her all this stuff about it and she was just like, bullshit you loser. not in so many words but.......
i think trish and i now hold the record for most emails sent in a 48 hour period, hehe. go us trishie! i feel stupid right now. like i'm just a stupid teenybopper and i'm an idiot and oh fuck nobody wants to hear this. she is perfect in that fucked up way that all the magazines seem to want to glorify these days