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12:41 a.m. ~ 2003-09-05
its gonna be hard to hear the bass through the walls i find it amusing that my page gets a seriously large number of hits from people searching for the phrase "why doesnt he ever call" on google. maybe amusing is the wrong word there... (well pathetic aint right either) my first day of school was refreshing because it felt good to write something besides receipts and it felt good to talk about something besides how many receipts i had to write out. the fact that i should be sent back to kindergarten was realized when i attempted to go to my second class of the day self-unaware that i was following a monday schedule and yesterday was very clearly wednesday. it only took me a half hour of pacing outside a locked, dark and professor-less classroom before i figured out that no, i was not the best student in the class by being the only one there, i was the dumbest because the rest of the people taking soc 100 follow a calandar system and i just kinda wing it. i went to the library, got myself some weak coffee and took a break from embarassing myself. besides that, the majority of my day went pretty smooth. i am loving my english class because my professor makes us laugh out loud and its a genuine reaction. i have an interesting assignment from my soc teacher, involving observation of people in a bar or club as they try to pick someone up. haha, dont mind me, carry on... and we must be discreet because people tend to act unnatural when they know they're being watched and staten island boys are strange enough. maybe ill find something interesting to write about at the concert tomorrow night. drunk punk rockers with heartbreak music in the backround sounds like a stable mix. christian fucked with the formula. the way it is and always has been from the beginning of our concert going days is that i buy the tickets and he buys dinner and alcohol, accordingly. christian claimed to have never liked dashboard, turned his nose up at the tickets, then decided he wanted to come after all (sidenote: during our 3 hour drive to warped tour we became desperate for new music so he puts in a cd marked february 2, 2001 and guess what comes playing out of the speakers of the car belonging to the boy who claimed dashboard was "not cool") aaaanyways, he decides he will buy his own tickets, forgets, remembers when the show is sold out and is now at the mercy of scalpers tomorrow night. we're buds and all but i will leave his ticketless behind outside roseland tomorrow night.
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