2am

I just got back from Ramen. Shit was not worth paying $7. Luckily, I have connections and don't have to pay to get in. (Un)lucky me. Anyway, the Mentors played tonight. I think I'm over shock rock. I was hella down to see them because of all the videos I've seen before when El Duce was still alive, but watching them now was just depressing and really fucked up. I was disgusted at all their songs. I think it's different to joke about rape every so often then to hear song after song about rape. It made me sick. What made me sicker was this girl that I met took off her clothes on stage and the band made fun of the way she looked. Fucked up. I'm not down for that shit. I'm glad I didn't pay.

There was hella drama tonight. Way too much for me to handle. I hate the way shit happens that way. Drunkness does not bring out the best in people.

Speaking of drunkness, everyone got drunk except me. I didn't. Luckily, I know how to drive and drove Cassondra and me home in Marinda's car after stopping by a taco truck in the middle of the night in Richmond. Cassondra and Marinda were freaking everyone out at the taco truck. It was hilarious. I've never seen anyone so scared of a bloody finger before in my life. But, then again Marinda was asking if she had finger fucked a girl on her period that night and was wondering if that's why her finger was bloody. Creeps some people out. Not me.

Anyway, I guess I should sleep. Cassondra is passed out in my bed and I'm listening to powerviolence.

Loves,
Alejandra