...And the shop fronts on Holly are dirty words, astericks in for the vowels...
June 18, 2003 | 4:15 p.m.

No one comes to my diary anymore. Or signs my guestbook. It's quite sad. I guess that's what I get for never updating. Since it's summer and high school is over (tear) I will be updating more. Which means the two people who read this will be happy. (Hopefully, more than two people read this.)

I just got back from the dentist. It was a somewhat pleasant experience. I did however had to go back into the rooms (there were two) three times. My mom, who was also getting a cleaning, complained because I didn't get floss. Like I floss anyway.

Time for some concert updates. I really wanted to go to Hartsfield's cd release show tonight. They were playing with Alexisonfire and From Autumn To Ashes. Remember when I almost died in FATA's circle pit? Probably not because I probably didn't write about it, but it was really scary. I was just standing there and suddenly I was surrounded by large, agressive boys who were good at hardcore dancing. Like Matt. I think Matt's the best harcore dancer.

Others:
1. Martina Sorbabra (listen to Bonnie and Clyde Pt. 2)
2. Matt Sharp (a la old bass player of Weezer)(I should go to this to improve my indie cred.)(When Jackie was here I tried to give her cds to improve her indie cred. She just wanted cds that her love interest listens to. Her love interest by the way, has an extremely good taste in music. Weakerthans, Jets To Brazil, Pedro The Lion etc.)
3. Hawksley (I just want to see his safety pinned pants)
4. Ron Sexmith and Sarah Harmer

I think I'll go tan.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...