i am adding a new entry because and ONLY because dara is going crazy.

in all actuality, i have been absent because our computer has been broken. or perhaps D-E-A-D is a better way to put it. and despite a lack of updates, i don't really have much to say.

beth, amy and i decided we are going to start a band called "the gotchies." that means underwear, in polish.

the green day concert was fun. i did not get to meet them, again. i did, however, get right up front on the floor, front and center where billie joe spent most of the show at the end of the catwalk thing. i got some good pictures. he smiled at me one time. duh. he always does. they did not play anything from "39/smooth" or "kerplunk" except for "knowledge" so that was disappointing. but they did "jesus of suburbia" and "wake me up when september ends" from the new album. i cried during "wake me up.." because i love those guys so much they make my heart hurt. haha. andrew made it to the show at the last minute. i was so glad. it wouldn't have been the same.

i went on a date-thing last week and it was really fun. he kissed my hand when i dropped him off the next morning and told me he had a "lovely time." i haven't really heard from him since. WHY ARE BOYS SO MEAN???

i've been to a lot of shows lately. mostly local things. but i DID see the independents and they DID open with "little blue" and the singer DID make beth sing into the mic for "insane." i think i'm losing some of my hearing. is that rocknroll, or what?

this week sucked really bad. not interested in life lately. i do like my pretend boyfriend in california, though. i have to wait till the end of summer to meet him, which is lame. but he calls me "baby" and dedicates songs to me. ha!

so this was one of the best things i've ever gotten in an email. and part of the reason is that it is in fact from a boy: "before i send this im gonna tell you a secret. i just took a shower and the only thing there was left to wash with was this body wash stuff. so i used it and now i smell like a really pretty girl, haha. i keep breathing it in and just for a second i think, "hey, who is that girl who smells so nice?" then i remember that girl is me. does that make me a lesbian or a transvestite or what? i dont know the correct vocabulary, i just know that i smell like the sweet nectar of love. shhhh, haha."

priceless. to protect the innocent, he shall remain nameless...but you know who you are, pretty boy.

xoxo