urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:whoa4u *insert pretentious quote here* fashionista24@hotmail.com whoa4u 2008-01-04T07:41:01Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:whoa4u:1508 2008-01-04T07:37:22Z 2008-01-04T07:41:01Z I just got back from an incredibly emo-filled gig with my friend and her boyfriend and, <s>not</s> 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. <br /><br />And now I'm off to take a bath and try to wash away <s>the painful fact that no one will ever want to bum me</s> the disgusting smell of smoke off of me. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:whoa4u:879 2007-03-21T14:45:08Z 2007-03-21T14:45:08Z 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.