My Body’s a Zombie for you!
So the highlight of my day/week/month/season and maybe even year was that I got to meet Ryan Gosling and Zach Shields of Dead Man’s Bones. I wanted to see their show, but didn’t buy tickets in time. The show was sold out and by what I can only call a miracle, the venue asked to move the show to where I work! So not only did I get a chance to go to the show, but I sold merch for them and talked to them after the show. I wish it could’ve been longer, but I had to catch the subway home and my sister was worried we wouldn’t make it. ::sigh:: I would’ve slept at Bimbo’s if that meant I could hang out longer! Oh well, can’t do anything about it now. They might come back and do another show next year. I hope I’m there for it!
And should I feel bad for never seeing The Notebook?
bitch, bitch, bitch…
Why, oh why, do I do the things I do? Every time I talk to this guy I’m usually mad at something he did[n't do]. Somehow it always comes back to me being the mean one. Not sure how he can do this, but whatever. I don’t know what to think of the whole situation. Quite frankly, I think it’s complete bullshit. “I always forget to return phone calls.” Malarky! That should be just the beginning of a sentence. The rest should be “…except from the girl I like.” I’m not gonna fall for it. “I don’t like parties…” Well, suggest something else! I don’t want to keep doing whatever “this” is anymore. I want to trust/believe you, but I can’t. Not blindly. Do something that makes me believe you. Ugh.
And that other motherfucker… I’m so mad at him. He’s just a complete asshole and I just don’t want to talk to him ever again. He fucking just threw it in my face which was really hurtful. It’ll be easy to forget him. I don’t even remember what he looks like, haha. Definitely going on the silent ringtone (even though I said he wasn’t before.)
I guess this is all my fault/God punishing me for breaking my “no men” Lent promise (or whatever it’s called.) Sorry. I’m a bad Christian. 
