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i guess i shouldn't have talked shit about little boys in the mosh pit...

i hit the ground, unfortunately so did a very LARGE boy, on top of me....

and now my ankle is severely sprained and i can't walk :-)

i mean....can i get a fuckin break here?!?!?!

i still had some vicodin left over from the massive infection of my kidneys from last week, so a wee bit of luck was on my side at least.

anyway besides that underoath was amazing. although i had to spend the rest of the set sitting down. i was kind of buzzed so the pain was bearable and i tried to go back in the pit, several times, but the security guard who wrapped up my ankle kept stopping me and so did my friends hahaha but i got to see a bunch of my boys who i havn't hung out with in forever. all in all, it was a good time.

but seriously, more bad things happening, equals more making me think its time to move back to pittsburgh. i told my best friend yesterday about it (he just moved back to pitt from san fran, crazy boy!) and his response was: "we should pretty much just accept that this is home". i think he is exactly right. hes moved back and forth probably ten or so times, i'm going on three now. haha i wish i could just get up and go today but i have to find an alcohol class in pennsylvania to replace the one here, get the ignition interlock taken out of my car so i can sell it, if thats even possible...i think the contract says i have to leave it in for the entire six months, what good that does them is a mystery to me. aaaand i really don't want to dip out on my classes before the end of the semester.

so i shall wait, patiently.

thanks to the move here i have come to the conclusion that i can handle anything. i sort of wish life would throw me a friggin bone for like a week at least but my endurance is building and i feel like i'm learning to view every situation that comes at me as an opportunity of some sort and try to see how i can make it positive and use it to better myself.

i just finished reading the celestine prophecy. a friend lent it to me, just put it in my hand and said he felt that he was supposed to give it to me for some reason and that i needed it.

he was right, i did. i was scared it would be some sort of religious mumbo jumbo but it wasn't. it was quite enlightening and i read it at the perfect moment in life. just what i needed. as soon as i put it down someone popped into my head, so i'll lend it to them next.




the new job is so lame, i hate it. i feel lazy but i want to quit already. it has no potential for making any money. now that my ankle is fucked up i can't work for a few days, so that's nice :-)

i really want some wine. i havn't drank wine in forever. but its my favorite thing to consume when drinking alone.

i also really want someone to bring me cigarettes. i'm out. and immobile. booooo.

ok. i'm rambling. peace out.

oh p.s. i am being ms. pacman for halloween :-D