i'm at lillian's right now. i kind of feel like an internet whore, like i'm only hanging out with people who have a cable modem. well i guess we all need standards for our friends. a decent internet connection is just one of mine.

so last night erin, lillian, chelsea and i trekked to club hell. and it was an unmitigated disaster. we waited in line (!) to get in for like a half hour, got in, checked out coats, erin and i chugged long island iced teas in a shared bathroom stall, we danced to mostly crappy songs for like 40 minutes and then they played one of joy division's least danceable songs and the night was done. i smoked too much and danced too little.

we get in the car, and take a left out of the parking lot, instead of the right i always take. and we get lost but end up on thayer street where i throw up in front of the brown university bookstore. go me.

we start driving again and somwhow lillian runs a red light that none of us even saw. i swear it was a fucking ghost light. and we get hit. on my side. on my door. thank god it was a shitty little ford focus and not a monster SUV or I'd be dead. save for a terrible fucking headache and some bruises i'm fine, and the other gurls are in the same boat. we're so fucking lucky no one got hurt. it really was a best case scenario accident. so that was an adventure.

in even bigger news, i cut my bangs last night and they look horrible. don't say anything mean when/if you see me.

sonGs

the idea of loud music makes me want to die.