I just got back from an incredibly emo-filled gig with my friend and her boyfriend and, not surprisingly, I enjoyed it. My back hurts a bit from standing for four hours and I smell like I've just bathed in a nice warm vat of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and ass. Someone smelled like ass there. I don't know who it was but it certainly wasn't me as I usually smell wonderful instead of a dirty old crusty ashtray. Anyway, it was enjoyable and as I would like to write an in-depth description of what happened, I won't as I'm incredibly lazy. And tired. But mostly lazy. Maybe I'll do that after I get a few hours of sleep but I hardly doubt it.

And now I'm off to take a bath and try to wash away the painful fact that no one will ever want to bum me the disgusting smell of smoke off of me.

I'm at school and I'm bored. I should be doing my work but I don't feel like it. I really don't have anything to say. Actually I do, I just don't feel like typing it out because I'm lazy. My hair looks really nice today. I'm not a vain person, it's just a fact. And with that, I shall end this entry as my teacher is giving me funny looks and is now beginning to walk towards me with a grimace on her face or perhaps it's just me being paranoid. Most likley the former.