last night was awesome- i went to see deerhoof with curtis, leo, and aaron, and though i've only listened to the band a few times on their myspace (i've never heard of them before curtis invited me), i was pretty excited from what i'd heard. and, ajsfhsdga, it didn't disappoint. neither did the second opening act, who i
think was called foreign fables. i dunno, but they were so freakin weird- it was great. and it was great seeing old friends who i haven't seen since graduation last year! :o
what wasn't great was HOW COLD IT WAS LAST NIGHT. OMG. so now i am sick. akjsfkajfre. ARGH. i don't know how i'm going to last in new yorkkkk. I JUST DON'T KNOW. srsly, i am so not used to the cold anymore- it's pathetic.
and this morning after i got back home from dropping off my sister at school, i went back to sleep and dreamt that he was standing right beside my bed, trying to wake me up by caressing my face, and, still half-asleep, i pulled him onto the bed and didn't bother asking how he got into my room. and, ughakjffsdkjffuck, it was so real, so so fucking real, and it was those kinds of dreams that you know are fake, but you can't help but want them to go on forever- so when i woke up, i was crying- which has never happened before- and i felt this utter sense of loss because i used to sneak him into my room a lot, and it was nice waking up with him. ughhsdkjs, i'm trying to get over him, and then this happens, and i feel like its set me back a bit.