Hm,

So I walked around Hicktown. No one was out. I don't know why I was hoping to have people in my sights; Jason is the only person conversation-worthy and that makes me sad as he painfully reminds me of someone I won't name for a while and that whole situation. So while some people are off having fun doing pot and having parties- I assume, at least, that my fellow Hickfolk are having parties because there are so many parked cars- I am sitting around feeling monotonous. Crap, that word makes me sad. Hmph. So I went online and no one was on. So I watched TV...anywho, I fear that if I continue to type, I'll sound more and more like a character of Sylvia Plath's devising. Hmph. I miss..life? Or at least the happy delusion where I thought I had one.

The Friendly Internet People

The friendly guy I met on the internet turned out to be..his age. Shock.
While Krysta and I were sandwiched between a mob of 20 000 sweaty people (a large percentage of which were shirtless) after Maiden, I had some mysterious liquids poured down my back. Ick.
Jenna has decided that the person who was shirtless next to her was cute..so much so that she'd be willing to use her special line, "You make me so hot, my upper arms start to sweat." Rawr. That is all for now. PS: I want John Myung's babies.