"i just cant look its killing me"

eden. brie. me. yesterday in victoria.

doubling on a motorcycle. dreaming about moving to montreal next year. sewing myself a pair of green velvet underwear. altering my hoodie and adding images of both pierre trudeau and garlic. dancing at both mod night and the boom boom room. watching the daisy duke booty shaking contest. really thinking a boy is cute, awesome hair, and the worst shoes ive ever seen. being boy crazy and staying up late talking about being said boy crazy. coming back to vancouver. the longest fucking ferry ride in the world (you'd think id be used to it by now). a sore jaw from singing. laughing. being jovial. sucking cock. eating a tuna melt. with broccoli soup. that's after we talked about vomit and how the soup reminded me of vomit. wasting my day pass. running into someone from highschool. talking about how much we want to move back to terrace and how fun it will be. sucking cock. being silly. seeing british sea power tear some shit up. thinking that im way cooler than everyone else at the killers show and not getting into it. realizing im being even sillier and that, well, i cant try to be too cool. im at the killers! (awesome show by the way. his heart blazer. enough already. i loved it.) running past throngs of the evil "slow walkers" along renfrew. teaching the girls bits of japanese as we were catching our breath. sauntering into 7eleven and whining about how i want a sandwich and just settling on orangina. always settle on orangina. being a little more boy crazy and nervous about making an ass of myself infront of silly crush tomorrow. please please let him be the answer to my make out drought! xoxo.