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Yesterday started out bland and stale but it turned out good. I woke up around eight, when Jonny phoned me about filming(which was not happening, so this i told him) and then I went back to sleep for a few hours. The next time that I woke up, it was around twelve-thirty and Marie was on the phone this time. We talked for a bit and then I got up, showered, had a cigarette and a chai latte, and got to my homework. At three-thirty, Marie& I went to the mall with her parents. I bought a Smiths CD(The Queen Is Dead <3<3<3) and a blue cardigan at Winners. Marie&I tried on several absolutely ridiculous outfits. Then, her mom bought us Chinese food and we went home. It was fun. I also managed to see aprox. 15 people that I know in the two hours that we were there. No exaggeration. God, I hate this town. So Marie&I bummed around trying to figure out what exactly was to go down that evening. Were we going to the show? Were we going to Kyle's party? Where the hell is Kyle's party and how will we find it? All of these questions and more were answered as we listened to The Queen Is Dead more than twice. Kyle called and gave us directions. Shannon came back into town and we went to the show, well sort of hung around outside it. And man oh man, so many goddamed scenesters. But there was a plethora of cool people that I know that I didn't expect to see there. Such as the lovely Miss Jesse and Rob and Robbie and Kendall and Julian and Joel and some others. God, I'm such a dork but I was actually so stoked just to see Robbie there and I almost wanted to stay just to hang out with him(well that and to hear Jeremy's band, of course). But alas, we left to go get Tycko and to buy Julian some alcohol. We're at Tycko's for half an hour because he is making pizza. At this point, I'm very anxious and really wanting to know what exactly is going on. The whole thing is that Shannon and I want to go back and check out the show and Marie doesn't. So, she made plans which involved her meeting Josh up at her house and then walking for an hour up to Kyle's party... which only complicated things. So Shannon and I go to the liquor store to get Julian's alcohol, as well as alcohol for Marie, Josh, Shannon & myself. Then we drive back to the show (which by the way is at a church, ha) to deliver Julian his alcohol. Then we drive back to Tycko's, pick up Marie & Tycko, head up to Marie's, bundle up, wait for Josh and then head back down once more to the show just so that Tycko can talk to James. By this time, it is around eight thirty. So there we are, once again hanging around outside of the show. Tycko goes in to talk to James... he is in there for about ten minutes so Marie&I attempt to go in and look for him but they only let Marie in so I have to stay outside. Luckily, as I'm hanging around in the entrance way, I spot Robbie on his way outside so naturally I go and talk to him. Marie & Tycko emerge pretty soon and are ready to go but before we headed out, I made sure to give Robbie my phone number and told him to call me sometime--something that I'm usually horrible at doing because I get ridiculously nervous and become afraid of instant rejection but I felt oddly confident. Then we split after that, and there I am walking across the parking lot, waving goodbye and grinning like a fool... god, i'm a dork. I don't say anything to the others until we pile into the car and of course they're all happy for me and stuff. I really hope that he actually does call me. Ten minutes later, we find ourselves up at the BX Dog Park calling Kyle to come and meet us. The next half hour involves stumbling into the dark woods, climbing across a log to get to the other side of the creek(I thought I was going to fall in...) and then stumbling through the dark woods itself and getting burs stuck in my hair and on my sweaters but it was all worth it to get to that campsite. Liam's greatest achievement: finding that gnarly place. The next four hours are a happy drunken haze of random conversations and stumbling through the woods. It was a good night.
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