I find myself sleeping around 2ish for no reason, maybe it's because I don't want tomorrow to happen where I'm going to have to worry about doing a dumbass paper for english, a paper that I'm not really motivated to do since school is over in a couple of weeks.  Or maybe it's because how someone did something terrible that made me change my mind.  And as much as I don't think about it, I do, especially in these late hours.  But, Rock for a Cure was like the sweetest experience ever.  I thought all the bands played well and alot of people showed up, and we sold the last of our merch, two shirts to a little dude and a girl, god bless her, because she gave in and bought the last one..  Helped us out with whatever we had since the other bands were sellin so much than us.  It left our table as empty and as ghetto as the "Sold oot" sign on a piece of ripped off cardboard.

oh yea, I wore my kung fu suit that i bought from NYC.

cya.