Heals The Original Dryness

dude, my afternoon is becoming unbeleivably surreal. so i forego going to the beach with people because i so don't want to get up and my back is killing me for landing badly in the bouncy thing at porterpalooza yesterday, and despite their begging and pleading and saying they'll cry if i don't come with i slept til 3. woo hoo, go me. so i get up around three thirty and check my email and benn's getting back from yale at 7:20 about, so i decide maybe i should head back to cowell and get some shit together and take the bus over, etc. then i realize i left my shoe's in ian's room last night when i went to go recharge my testosterone batteries cause we were having an estrogen fest, which was tons of fun, i just felt like i needed a change of scenery, so i went and hung out with ian cause he;s the only person i could find. but anyway, this morning i'm going upstairs to get my shoes and his board says that he's in burbank... o.O... what the fuck? when did he go to burbank? he's not going to burbank for like two and a half weeks! he said so last night, he said nothing about going to burbank today! so i knock on chris and alan's door, and no one's there either, and i had left my over shirt thing in that room. so i go and check the lounge. no one there. it's like i over slept and the entire fucking population of people i know disappeared! just vanished! sooo fucking surreal. so now i have to get myself back to cowell in bare feet and get my shoes back some other time.

wow...