all along the watchtower

HI. a few things. halloween was basically a bust this year. it all started on saturday, when laura, jenny, and i went to a masquerade at BU (not dressed in costumes, mind you) where phantom planet was playing. the event started at 10, so we got there accordingly. of course, we soon found out that the band was not actually playing until 12. WTF? we walked around the area for like an hour and a half, and while the performance was great, my view was severely obstructed by obnoxious girls in costumes with huge cumbersome wings that nearly knocked my eye out. fuck that. i got a good idea to be a "deal or no deal" model yesterday but i was kind of too lazy to make it happen. there's always next year.

it should be said that these past few days of hearing damage began on friday, when the three of us went to the steel train show at TT the bear's, since jenny knows one of the guys in the band. we played pool with him and it was pretty fun overall.

ummm, basically my roommate laura and i are obsessed with craigslist, but it's ok because it appears the rest of boston is, too. i first need to preface this with the fact that it had been my goal to have someone write a "missed connection" about me (this means that if you see someone cute on the subway, street, wherever, you can go on the site and describe what they looked like and that you thought you shared a "moment" or what have you in order to find them). ANYWAYS, i really wanted one. and i finally got one. except it was with a total fucking creep. so, i got out of marketing early one day and went to catch the T at boylston like usual to go home. as soon as the train pulls up, i lock eyes with this CREEP. i get on the train and sit down, and unfortunately said creep is sitting across from me smirking. no, wait, let me describe this man (whom i initially thought was a transsexual): long, fur-trimmed coat, huge bellbottoms (with the hideous fabric inserts on the bottom), spray-painted silver boots, dangly earrings, and stringy brown hair that was half in a ponytail. anyways, he is fucking smiling at me, and then the stupid train was taken out of service, meaning i needed to switch trains to go like, one stop. he friggin' FOLLOWED me onto the next train and then turned away from me, hunched over and reading some weird foreign book. ew. later that night, i go on to check the missed connections and read this:

"luminesint girl at boylston - m4w - 25. you: beautiful brunet beauty in purple top and jeans. i smiled at you and tryd to catch your eye a few times but im not sure if your interested. id like to get cofee with you sometime and talk. if you remember me please reply." NO sir. but i made up a fake e-mail to determine if it was the dude, and i get the following responses. i'm not making this up.

"my beautius brunet. i have thought of you. if this is
you the details are you where wereing a purple top and
jeans. you had beautiful brunet hare. i wanted to
aproach you but i didnt know if your intrested. id
really like to get cofee sometime."

"i was wereing silver boots and my rabit hare coat. i wanted to
aproach you but i didnt think your interested.
is this you my brunet beauty?"

"were are you my luminesint brunet? i realy want to get cofee with you.
are you intrested. please repond."

"brunet. i will not tell you again. repond."

after this last frightening message, i "reponded" and told him i wasn't his "brunet", even though i am. so creepy.  

on a lighter note, i went to see ben lee and rooney the other night at the paradise. it was an amazing show, and i got taylor locke's guitar pick from rooney/also had eye sex with him because i'm a 14 year old girl (he's baaasically my love, as you'll see the majority of the pics are of him, even though i felt awkward snapping pictures since he was standing in front of me and kept glancing over). oh well. i should get paid for this shit.

P.S. Laura heard our neighbor (the hot stoner jake gyllenhaal one) having an orgasm the other night,
no lie...she went down to take out the trash and heard this semi-awkward "guttural moaning", and
stopped on the stairs and heard it once more. we think he was probably alone.
that shit's hot. now we love him even more.