catapiller who i am doesnt matter anymore i realize i need to get out of here because of the many nites like this. so im in my pjs, my hairs a mess. and i decide it would be a blast to put on some loud ass music, get all dressed up, use some amazing make up, and do some amazing things with my hair, and go out. problem = no one to go out with, and no where to go. fuckin south bend closes at 9pm. so i get bored, ramble a bit, and go to bed. this is not living. i am not living. i need to go far away from here. or atleast find someone to dress up with me and end up sitting around the house anyway haha. 051225 what's it to you? who go blather from