Dude....

I'm not going to fuck this girl over...

Cool thing someone wrote about me in class!

The sweater is a classic, black zip up sweatshirt, and is unique in the amount of "patches" haphazardly sewn in in white and black thread. The patches are only black and white, and most are dirty and show signs of wear and tear. The patches vary in size, but they cover the majority of the sweater, and all pertain to violence, or a political uprising. There are several references to anarchy, including the sporadic anarchist "A" on several of the patches.
Ale says that she has had the sweater for 2 years and wears it every day. Although the sweater has the grunge appeal, and looks worn, it does not smell. The sweater, she says, was purchased at a thrift store, and the patches were her own addition. The patches were either given to her for free, or paid a dollar for at various punk, grindcore, and power violence concerts she has attended recently. This, Ale claims, is the music she listens to. I ask Ale if she supports anarachy, and she gives me a hesitant yes, prefixed by an "uhh". Ale says that she believes in anarchy because she believes that "all politicians are corrupt, and that change cannot come from a few in power". Ale does admit that she is skeptical of her own ideology. She admits to realizing that she is not sure if an anarchist revolution would institute equality because " leaders of the revolutions become the people that they’re fighting against." However, there is no hesitation in Ale's voice when she answers my inquiry as to why she still wears the sweater with a stubborn, "Because I believe in it."

Me:

1. Unlovable
2. Used
3. Shit
4. The worst.
   

Things change...

Things change between friends.

For example:
I wanted to rip the head off one of my friends this morning for her self-righteous comments about my life.

For example:
I got a phone call this morning that probably saved a friendship that could have been ruined very easily in the long run if we continued the way we were just a day ago.

For example:
I talked to my friend all day today and she stayed by me through some tough times this summer. I think today I was positive she would be in my life forever.

For example:
I woke up feeling weird and the texts that my friend sent me made me feel less weird... Maybe it's still weird. Who knows?

These friendships changed just today, in less than a 24 hour period.
Interesting.
Is it for the better?
Is it for the worse?
Who knows?
Only time will tell...

=]

Wow...

Could it be?

Could it be that life is going ok?

I think so.

Confusion and life go hand in hand.

I love it!

What the fuck?????

This was definitely one of the most interesting nights of my life. This is a picture from my birthday... From right to left it's Marinda, Emily, Marcus, Antonella, Me, and Paulina. It was interesting. I had drunk people talk into my ear telling me how they miss me. Kinda interesting and I still do not know how to respond. Hmmm... It was difficult. The whole show was kind of a mess. There was a little drama. I messed up at something that I really care about. I want so bad to be a great booker, but it was hard for me this month and last month to promote. I will do better with my shows. They are going to be badass. November 21st will be great! Remember the date! It's Mind of Asian, Voetsek, Lack of Interest, California Love, and Strains of the Apocalypse. Should be sick! Remember the date!

...Weird...

Went to bed last night with an intense euphoric feeling. I was uncontrollably smiling and my mind was spinning with wonder. My whole body felt as though it was being cradled by someone rocking me back and forth. Everything was wonderful except my heart and stomach. My stomach had a pit in it. It dropped everytime a text rang annoyingly in my ear. My body would heat up. My heart would beat faster. It as a weird feeling. I have no idea what I was expecting and got even more confused when I found out what I was expecting. Weird. Weird. And in the end I fell asleep happy. Really happy.