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dielloI'm in Philly and it's actually nice out. I hope the rest of halloween is like this. I'm hungry. The bus ride out to Philly was long and boring. And I was too bored to keep my eyes in focus on a book, so I slept. And I hit my head against the bottom of the window when the bus hit a bump. OUCH! Ah well. So I got there, met with Lola and Brian and we went out to "the diner" for fries where we discussed how they could have gotten me at King of Prussia and the trip would have been a bit cheaper, but that's alright. I'll remember that next time.
So we spent the night at Brian's place, where Brian was ripping my CDs (I KNEW I should have brought all of them. I will next time.) And the next day, we went to Shampoo. That place is nice. It reminded me a lot of Piranha, but the drinks were mad fucking expensive. I loved it there. They even have a designated mosh pit on the upper level. And I accidently hit Larry in the chest (not really accidentally) and had completely forgotten that he'd gotten his ribs cracked in the pit. I felt so bad... if I had the money, I would have bought him a drink. I did no drinking last night anyway. I was hoping some guy would buy me a drink, yet I would be obligated to spend the evening talking to him or dancing with him or something to that effect and the only guy that asked me for a drink was this creepy austrailian guy with no neck (not just no neck, no FUCKING neck) and a red face and he was fucking scarry. I didn't want to talk to him, so I didn't get a drink from him. If I'm going to pretend to be interested in some guy for the sake of a few drinks, I want them to NOT be creepy. Also there was this geeky looking kid that talked to me, stared at me, talked to me, stared at me, stared at me..... stared at me... sent his older brother's friend to talk to me and I was able to tell her I had a boyfriend and lived 300 miles away. And this guy called Poo Flinger (jimmy) apparently wanted me in the worst way. Why me?
Tonight is Dracula's Ball. I think we're going, but it's not for sure. And this costs 13 bucks (shampoo was 7). I had less than 50 bucks on me to begin with and what's worse is that this morning, I realized I'd left my atm card home (or at ryan's). Which sucks 10 kinds of ass!
So I no longer have money for food. Which is okay, because I don't eat much anyway, and I think I can manage.
Ah, well... club tomorrow, and maybe club saturday or party saturday...
So we spent the night at Brian's place, where Brian was ripping my CDs (I KNEW I should have brought all of them. I will next time.) And the next day, we went to Shampoo. That place is nice. It reminded me a lot of Piranha, but the drinks were mad fucking expensive. I loved it there. They even have a designated mosh pit on the upper level. And I accidently hit Larry in the chest (not really accidentally) and had completely forgotten that he'd gotten his ribs cracked in the pit. I felt so bad... if I had the money, I would have bought him a drink. I did no drinking last night anyway. I was hoping some guy would buy me a drink, yet I would be obligated to spend the evening talking to him or dancing with him or something to that effect and the only guy that asked me for a drink was this creepy austrailian guy with no neck (not just no neck, no FUCKING neck) and a red face and he was fucking scarry. I didn't want to talk to him, so I didn't get a drink from him. If I'm going to pretend to be interested in some guy for the sake of a few drinks, I want them to NOT be creepy. Also there was this geeky looking kid that talked to me, stared at me, talked to me, stared at me, stared at me..... stared at me... sent his older brother's friend to talk to me and I was able to tell her I had a boyfriend and lived 300 miles away. And this guy called Poo Flinger (jimmy) apparently wanted me in the worst way. Why me?
Tonight is Dracula's Ball. I think we're going, but it's not for sure. And this costs 13 bucks (shampoo was 7). I had less than 50 bucks on me to begin with and what's worse is that this morning, I realized I'd left my atm card home (or at ryan's). Which sucks 10 kinds of ass!
So I no longer have money for food. Which is okay, because I don't eat much anyway, and I think I can manage.
Ah, well... club tomorrow, and maybe club saturday or party saturday...
