writing this in public doesn't help my paranoia
posted on May 19, 2003 @ 1:19 pm

jennifer's modem blew up when there was a storm last week, so here we are at the riverside austin library. very small and ghetto-ish. not ghetto, ghetto-ish. hehe. friday night frank, jennifer, and coked-up (read: on paxil) me went to see better off dead at the alamo drafthouse downtown. i definitely have to own that movie; seriously, it was one of the funniest movies i've ever seen.

saturday, i managed to throw away a whole box of crap that i don't need. i've started going through another old box of crap, and hopefully there will be much more trash to be thrown out during the coming week.

last night the three of us again went to see mae at emo's. pretty the quick black eyes opened, and, since it was the first time i've seen them, i discovered hotguywhousedtohavecoolhairandhashisnosepiercedonmysideandwearsgreatpants from kerbey lane is the bassist. mmm. figures he would play bass. it was really pretty; i'll have to begin stalking them now. mae was very good as anticipated, and i bought a shirt of theirs. it's orange. i don't have any orange shirts that i can wear, but now i do. elliott was the headlining act, and while we sat on the bleacher-type benches, the two guitarists from mae (one of whom is the singer) came and sat by us. i wanted to ask the singer for a cigarette just so i could have one of his, but i left him alone. i love that the people i like mingle. bryan said when he went to see new found glory and someone there a long time ago, you got to stay after and talk to them if you paid an extra $10. to use his words, that's prostitution. blah. they suck anyway.

jennifer and i are going to go see down with love at 2:10, and then maybe i'll get my tires rotated.

i've managed to stay not so depressed i suppose. the paxil does help to a degree, and of course ignoring everything. then it's brought up and everything goes back downhill. well, my time's running out on the computer, so i shall leave.

<3, chels.

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