Rock Heaven

The dirty bitch that is my suitemate has gone too far. I won't even say the disgusting scene I just found in the bathroom, but it is on now bitch. Even after I talk to her today I am going to go to the Resident Director and spill the beans because she is just too revolting to be so high up on the evolutionary chain.

Oh and I saw The Strokes Monday lalala. It was fabulous. Betty came down from CMU for the show, so excited to have a visitor, and I think it was well worth it. The opening band was the Moldy Peaches whom I heard were pretty bad, but were actually pretty good. Lead singer, so Beckesque. Lead girl, just plain cool. Bassist, rockin. Their songs were hilarious, I dug it. Then around 10pm the Strokes came out and kicked some ass. Julian was totally pissed by the end of the set. He had two shots, three beers and a water put out for him and I will give you one guess to drink he did not touch. Cigarettes were smoked half way and thrown to the ground without being put out, kissy faces were made, evil looks to the audience were given and it we were all in rock heaven.

The Dawn of All Hallows Eve

I can't sleep. I can't bloody sleep. My mind won't stop racing and all I want is to sleep. It is too cold to type and what I want to say can't be said here. I am thinking about the men in my life and the lack of any normalcy in the relationships, but it goes deeper then that and therefore cannot be said. I am shivering at my computer and want to go back to my layers of blankets and comfortors, but they don't give me real comfort. I have a letter to write before I leave for London and the words for it swirl in my mind at horrible self loathing moments and that is what is now keeping me up. But you shouldn't listen to the ramblings of an incoherent, lonely, sleep deprived girl.