"I'm a Slave to the Rave."

I've been talking to Mario a lot lately and I've come to realize how aware I am of other people's feelings. I can predict someone's every feeling to almost any situation. Of course it all depends on how well I know the person. It has a lot of benefits but I'm slowly caring less and less about certain situations where I know better than to say and do some of that shit that I say/do. Basically, IMA BITCH now. There, I said it. I'm a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. But not to those I first meet and a good majority of my friends. Some of my close friends get it pretty bad, especially if they're fucking with me when I'm already frustrated, but they don't care too much because they know I'll be over it within a couple minutes. Other friends take it personally which sucks for them but those are the rare times where I just tell them how it is because they need a fuckin' reality check.

Anyways, I've been going to bed at like 4 or 5 in the morning lately. It's cool considering it's because I've been out having a damn good time. YEAYEAYE! I have a social life now. It's pretty much super cool. Yup. I'm sure you all know that though.

Dis is what we do!


We shake it till we fucking bREAK it.

Swear to god.

Last night was super fun. Berkeley was whack but once we got into SF and met with Rose, Dewey, and Brianna, shit got fun. My a.d.d. fucked kate and I over and made it super hard to find out where everyone was. We finally parked on Eddy and walked up Larkin to get to the pizza place so Dewey could eat. It was really awkward at first but whatever. We walked back to the car and drove to Jason's. Got out, walked to his apartment to find out that Joe's phone was off and their music was blasting. We were standing outside for a half hour throwing pennies at the window. Some messican papi came out in a really nice coat that i wanted to sleep in and let us in. We banged on Jason's door a couple times until he came to the door like "WTF ?!?!"

We had a dahnce pahtay. Cigarettes and alcohol makes my cheeks sore from smiling, even when I'm not drinking or smoking. Yea i unno either. Anyways, some whack ass music was being played at times but I just sat there liek this--> :[] and looked at Rose or Dewey or someone who I thought would be on the same page as me. Sometimes they were.

There were a couple girls from Seattle there who were pretty chill. They never introduced themselves to us which is fairly rude but I hella do the samething cause I'm a shy bby. Maybe they're shy bbyz too. If not, then sucks for them. I'm the coolest motha fucka on the left coast. ppsssh

I hella left my purse in that room too. In my purse was my house key, perfume, tamponzss, $$, and a pen. FUck. I'm so fucked. Not really but you get the idea. YA KNOOW!? It sucks. But Dewey's gonna meet me in SF to go to Jason's to pick up my purse. :) See, I got dope friends.