Marc
Man, someone dropped a wicked deuce in the bathroom across the hall. Sheesh, it stinks like stale blueberry ice cream in here. Yuck.
Just got back from the liquor store. Stock up on provisions, hit the streets, party, with portions of the clan in tow. Some have already left for home, which is cool. If I could've, or if I had any reason to go home (not saying family isn't a reason, but it does get awfully boring at 4am in my parent's house) I'd have left, too. But I didn't, cause I'm still here. I wonder if I even exist.
If you go to the Fireside for the early show tomorrow night (First Grade Crush and other bands), you might see us. If you go to Depaul for the Mt. St. Helens show (and other bands, too, I guess), you might see us. It's going to be a merry affair, the car packed with five single emo dudez. Or more like three single emo dudez, seeing as how Scooter and Zook are both spoken for. But, then again, Rick and Matt are twins, which means that they'll always kind of have each other. So, I guess that just leaves me. Alright, here we go. Time to revise --
If you go to the Fireside for the early show tomorrow night (First Grade Crush and other bands), you might see us. If you go to Depaul for the Mt. St. Helens show (and other bands, too, I guess), you might see us. It's going to be a merry affair, the car packed with one single emo dude, and four of his spoken for friends. Ha!
My hair is flatter than all get out, except for in the back. It's just long enough, now, for me to shake my head and have really substantial waves start to ripple and whatnot. It makes me giggle a little bit, but only when I'm alone, in my room, with the lights off, and sitting Indian style on the floor. That's not too weird, is it?
Alright, the bathroom door has been opened again, and it stinks. Where's the damn Febreze when you need it? Eck!
Man, someone dropped a wicked deuce in the bathroom across the hall. Sheesh, it stinks like stale blueberry ice cream in here. Yuck.
Just got back from the liquor store. Stock up on provisions, hit the streets, party, with portions of the clan in tow. Some have already left for home, which is cool. If I could've, or if I had any reason to go home (not saying family isn't a reason, but it does get awfully boring at 4am in my parent's house) I'd have left, too. But I didn't, cause I'm still here. I wonder if I even exist.
If you go to the Fireside for the early show tomorrow night (First Grade Crush and other bands), you might see us. If you go to Depaul for the Mt. St. Helens show (and other bands, too, I guess), you might see us. It's going to be a merry affair, the car packed with five single emo dudez. Or more like three single emo dudez, seeing as how Scooter and Zook are both spoken for. But, then again, Rick and Matt are twins, which means that they'll always kind of have each other. So, I guess that just leaves me. Alright, here we go. Time to revise --
If you go to the Fireside for the early show tomorrow night (First Grade Crush and other bands), you might see us. If you go to Depaul for the Mt. St. Helens show (and other bands, too, I guess), you might see us. It's going to be a merry affair, the car packed with one single emo dude, and four of his spoken for friends. Ha!
My hair is flatter than all get out, except for in the back. It's just long enough, now, for me to shake my head and have really substantial waves start to ripple and whatnot. It makes me giggle a little bit, but only when I'm alone, in my room, with the lights off, and sitting Indian style on the floor. That's not too weird, is it?
Alright, the bathroom door has been opened again, and it stinks. Where's the damn Febreze when you need it? Eck!
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