Apparently I'm not the type of girl people fall in love with.
I'm the type of girl people use.. for things.
Just you know, getting the word out there.
Fuck.

I know.
You believe.
You're a fucking idiot.

What the fuck.

I've had so many first lately my head's a spinning.
I really enjoy hanging out with this kid.
All of the crew makes me smile, really funny dudes.
I refuse to get too into it though.
That last mess was way too much of a mess.
This week has been by the far the worst week schedule wise.
I'm going to miss the potluck/house show and Taylor's all day BBQ.
Well hopefully the BBQ situation can be avoided by working a little magic.
I had a great all day hang out with Crystal the other day.
We walked around the city in the rain, drinking and visiting people.
We kept going back and forth from the Murder House, Fjort and HQ.
Crystal is awesome, I need more girl friends.
I hang out with boys day in and day out, it's a little much sometimes.
I definitely hear some stuff I never needed to know.
I don't really know what else to say.

It happened.
The tattoo is on my body.
I like it.
I'll put up a picture soon.
Mom, you'll love it.

Walking across the bridge by yourself is an experience.

I am the world's most observant snooper.
Serious.

I've never really held hands with anyone.
And now I have.

Where have I gotten myself?

Rain.
Pita.
Running.
Crying.
Ala, make that shit into a short story.

Seriously.
Already?
I know you're charming.
But not that charming.

I fucking suck at sharing.

HotWireMyHeart is going to kill me.
I love it though.
I finally discovered Faxe.
It's all down hill from here.
Murder house is amazing.
They have a sound proof wall.
Short sentences.
I wrote on the street.
Inspirational bullshit.
Maybe someone had a good day.
I'm going to go to Lost&Found and apologize.
I went to bring back our empties.
Dirt bag style, I made 6.75.
Totally worth it.
I cleaned my whole house.
Bring on the dad.

So, I've started randomly bursting into tears.
What should one do about such a problem?
I guess it doesn't really matter.
For a while there I thought I might of cried myself out.
Even the fucking Notebook wouldn't work.
But now, no control, and always this passionate in depth crying.
I leave my house at 4 in the morning because that shit is loud.
If anyone asks I'll say it's the beauty of the world that moved me.
I've been moved guys, seriously.
Speaking of moving, my father is coming to town.
Mad cleaning in my future for the next two days.
It's pretty sweet though considering I have zero dollars.
He'll probably buy me a meal at least.
Maybe I could convince him he has to see Peggy's Cove.
I haven't been out there yet this Spring.
No money means no cigarettes and a lot less alcohol.
I've been begging the heavens for a jaw infection.
If I got it, I could rock the no drinking and start that cleanse bullshit.
That would be magical two weeks, I'd probably go crazy.
Totally worth it though.
I started really planning our trip.
I have all our departure and arrival times for each city.
I started finding all the YMCA's and free food around the bus stations.
Now, just to get the kid some dates and shows booked.
We do all our sleeping on the bus on these hellishly long bus rides.
At least theres some wicked hour long stop overs in cool cities.
I'm totally going to publish this thing but THEN come back and tell you about Tuesday.
Julia forgot her work pants, I'm going to cab over and deliver them to her.
Maybe go to Subway and sort out this I quit without notice thing.
I hate doing shit like that, especially to a place I called home for 2 years.
B R B GUYS.
Yeah so how about that.
Charlie's on Tuesday was madness.
Dave the bartender sat on Dantod's face bare assed.
I've never seen anything so funny in a long time.
I could barely breathe I was laughing so hard.
Fast-forward to myself, Craig, Matt, Julia and Dan drinking some beers in the commons.
We hung out there for a bit just talking and being cold when it suddenly dawned upon the group.
Dance party.
We made our way to the center stage knocked over one of the trash cans and started making a beat.
After that there was no stopping this monster.
Everyone was dancing, singing, chanting, screaming, twirling, stomping, taking turns on our impromptu bass drum.
Then there was 2 bass drums.
Then there was none and it was a crazy none percussive vocal jam that went on forever.
It sounds like a big hippy fest but that shit is amazing.
Makes you feel like nothing else matters.
Then the night was ruined by my silly emotions.
I guess I'll just have to work that shit out.
I went back to the commons later that night and did my own thing until 8 in the morning.
The morning joggers must of thought I was a drug addict or something.
This trip better be amazing, or everything is for nothing.