doing laundry (finally), packing, cleaning, baking, and wondering why our living room is so goddamn messy. i have to write a paper, finish my hat, and find my shiny black flats. and clean my god forsaken car. sidebar was great last night, i'm not the biggest fan of kids like us, furious styles, and the mongoloids. but brick, and (seeing people act up for) stout were entertaining. my plan this weekend is to kill soulja boy.
jimmy neutron is great, how i went from having zero pairs of sweatpants to having 6 in a month is puzzling and sad.
it's weird when people delete you like every two weeks because you dont really talk (arn't really friends, cough) until i see them briefly at a show, then i get a 902382019380928310298313rd add from them the morning after. i dont know about you, but i dont have time to reevaluate my myspace life that often.
matt, claire, and i were talking about this lately: when girls live somewhere with someone and they're always dressed up or trying to impress their roommates. fuckin funny, i'm always listening to red hot chili peppers, eating, watching x men and wearing clothes made for a man four times my size. my roommates probably think i'm a fat dork. bingo.
