Sunday, March 1, 2009

Wanna Hold Your Hand.

My dad keeps telling me stories about when he was younger. Like about the time he had to bus it from Ensenada to Long Beach when he was 12 because he and his father got into a fight on the ride back from Mexico. Or the time that he went clubbing when he was my age and got into a fight and got beat up. I'm thinking it's either because he wants to prove that he was cooler than me back then, or because he doesn't want his stories to go untold before he forgets them. He's leaving again. He said it would be sometime next week..on the 8th maybe?

Once again, I can't bring myself to be sad for someone's departure.

Last night.
Last night..

The bands were great..and the venue was real small and intimate. Just the kind that I like. And just the overall experience was..amazing. Even if some really dumb sophomores wanted to be all cool and slick.

Today means going to LA for the first time in two weeks. I'm more than excited.

Kelsey Rae