A night of close calls: Nearly got my foot caught in the door of a bus. The bus was this close to getting into an accident. Got called a fluff, “gay ass,” et. al. on the way home. Assholes. My mom inquired about a book of matches that she found in my pocket. So you’re smoking now? That’s funny. You know, I probably should start…atleast I’d be warm.

Earlier in the day, a certain something was revealed to me that resulted in me getting sulky. After work, sitting under drizzle and rolling thunder, I told him. It felt great to get out. While waiting at the bus stop, getting blown here and there, unable to see for shit, I felt lighthearted and carefree. In that moment, it seemed like nothing could go wrong. On the other hand, I wanted to cry.

Today has given me many firsts. Except for bits and pieces, it wasn’t as amazing as I convinced myself it would be. If you feel so inclined, enjoy snapshots.

And believe it or not, that’s not sarcasm. I really did enjoy it. I am so estatic and excited about everything. Tonight at work even, I didn’t (silently) tell anyone off, which shocked even me. Okay, fine. At the very end I was sucked into conversation about this one lady who clearly treats us like shit all the time (she always comes back, why?). Except for that, I was really upbeat and friendly and in good spirits all around.

Despite the many invitations from my sister to live with her in Jeff. City, I’ve decided to stay put. Much credit goes to Allison, for this: Allison: i dont like the jeff city idea Allison: even for non-selfish reasons Kevin: elaborate Allison: well while everyone should try to leave stl, except those i hate, i dont see another city in missouri being any better Allison: ive never been to jeff city myself but ive never heard a good thing about it

Last night, I probably attended one of the best concerts in quite sometime. As many have been made aware, I was (very) apprehensive about going at first. By the time I got off work, I was exhausted from being on my feet all day (the walk to ad from the “nearby” Schnucks helped none), and I simply wanted to go home. Allison picked me up from Cassie’s. I felt gross wearing my sister’s shirt twice in three days (because my mom refuses to take me to do laundry, I had no clean clothes), so I had her stop by Rag-O-Rama.

I have another t-shirt in the works… There’s a story behind it. Care to listen? This one chick ALWAYS comes into Ben & Jerry’s, occasionally accompanied by her boyfriend. She is equally ALWAYS such a bitch. For the longest, I’ve tried to understand why. You could be the nicest person in the world, and she would totally blow you off. The other day, Jenn helped her and her boytoy with their order or whateva and they were having a grand old time.

I have another canker sore. The interesting thing is I only get them when under the pressure of school. This one sprouted up out of nowhere, seeing as it is summer and I have no school to worry about. I blame it all on a recent visit to Metro. Last Thursday, I had gone up to Metro as per Alex’s suggestion. I admit, I was very skeptical, but the freshman class is a collectively neat one.

I’ve been thinking about a lot, but have little to say. Actually, it’s more that I’m not quite sure how to put it into words, or where to begin. After all, it has been several months since I’ve last written anything and that’s just a little counter-productive, considering this journal’s meant to help keep track of the events of my life, which would theoretically lead to self-understanding. But I’ve been experiencing the life equivalent of writer’s block; it’s weird to explain.

Oh, the excitement! As of this moment, there are 194,420 minutes until RENT is due out in theaters this fall. Shooting is complete and the trailer looks amazing (I even began to tear up a little bit.) Geez, I can barely keep it in my pants! Last year, I missed RENT at the Fox. This year I’m gonna make sure I don’t — mark your calendars for the weekend of March 17.

The craziest weekend. Spent so much money, it’s ridiculous; tried to justify myself by saying what’s the point of having it and not spending it? Fuck that. Prom: got better towards the end. I at first felt out of place, began to wonder why did I even go. It wasn’t for me. That first slow song was the pits: I sat there chugging my red-colored Sprite, wishing it contained alchohol. But it got better towards the end.