Your Name Escapes Me

Run Dan Run and C.O. were wonderful last night, as always. I didn't enjoy C.O quite as much as the first time I saw them, but still could dig it. It just wasn't as intense of a performance. RDR was even better than before, but I wish they had played more off of basic mechanics. Fabulous, nonetheless. And of course I took a break and went outside and the NEXT song they played after I went out was Your Name Escapes me. Soooo I literally sprinted back in. Hahaha. Fireworks Show was def. not what I'm usually into but they got really into it and the singer had an interesting voice so I danced my heart out to those sporadic, epic drum solos. "Jam Band" or not I enjoyed a sess. of songs that were like 10 min. long for the first time ever, so it was good.

Pictures will be up soon. They're being retarded right now though.

The Fort Rumor Mill

So I may have never stepped into Fort Mill in my life...but somehow I know a great deal of history involving its residents. Maybe because half of them relocated to CofC and they're the people I enjoy being around the most. But sometimes it's a bit much. I know who dated who, who's into who, who broke whose heart, who used to be friends, who isn't getting along with each other...And of course they're finding all of this out about me. I know enough about Fort Mill and its residents to have created a persona as one of them. It's fun to fake people out and tell them what part of Fort Mill I grew up in and what street I lived on and who I lived across. And sometimes they believe me. Why? Because it's easy to become a Fort Mill expert and because I've sort of assimilated into the group. I like the sense of community and the fact that I'm not actually from Fort Mill doesn't really matter. However, the Fort rumor Mill isn't as fun. I DON'T like being caught up in drama as if I've been a part of certain people's lives for years and have witnessed the events which have lead up to recent tipping points. I don't like people knowing who I'm crushing on, who I've made-out with, who I'm mad at, and intricate details of what happens to me on a nightly basis. Ultimately what I'm saying is the same phenomenon that allowed me to feel so at ease around certain people and feel a sense of familiarity is the same ridiculous mass consciousness that allows people to know a tad too much about me. So here's my proposal...Fort Millions, I love you...you are the majority of the company I keep, but let's stop the gossip. Let's accept that we just met and be comfortable not knowing every detail of our lives before college. And let's also keep current details to ourselves. If you want to tell me about your life or I want to tell you about mine, okay. But I don't need to know what happened to other people recently, I don't need to know who said/did/implied what to who. I'll get the details straight from the source if they want to tell me. And that's the way I expect everyone to find out about my life. Okay? No more he said she said. And now we can actually get to know each other instead of just ABOUT each other. ;D I love all the amazing people that somehow originated from the same town. Yay for Fort Mill minus the rumor part. ;D

Rock 'n' Roll, Deal With It

I am way to obsessed with that book...but seriously I'm checking it out of the cofc library as soon as I'm not so tired. Baha. It's just...The Rules of Attraction seemed like an exaggeration back when I first read it, but it's totally accurate. Drinking, drugs, random hookups, friends fucking your roommates (or in my case suite mate). Not that I couldn't figure that stuff was normal in this day and age. But what extremes. And about friends have sex with your living mates...can we just talk about that? The very same cuddle buddy/roommate of my dear friends had sex with my suite mate last night. What the fuck. I mean...at least his dry spell is over. He hasn't had sex since November. But could he have ended it by screwing someone else? That would have been cool. Technically I broke his dry spell...but not completely. I didn't help him "break in his bed" by having sex in it. It's whatever. I'm just sort of tired of getting drunk and emotional or sexual. I went a while without drinking. And I didn't drink Friday because of the whole sezuire that day thing. But that wasn't really a big deal. I'm feeling very Lauren-from-the-rules-of-attractionesqe right now. And I really don't want to mirror her realistic fictional experiences.

It's a story that might bore you, but you don't have to listen, because I always knew it was going to happen that way...

Shannyn Sossamon does dress ridiculously cute in the mediocre movie though. Definitely.