i'm still laughing at you
shit. the concert was so fuckin good. shit. and i saw the following bastard people: jonna, michelle, fucking dan p the fuck, josh m...all from high school. jonna from elementary. i hate her. always have. she actually came up to me and started talking to me like we were old friends. i was rude and pissy to her. she was drunk. after she left i started laughing. and i seriously stood still and laughed really hard for five minutes. ryan did not understand what was so funny about the situation. i guess you just have to know jonna to appreciate the humour in our conversation. shit. that totally made my fucking night. well, that and seeing a reeeeally beautiful boy in a plaid shirt pick up a jacket off the floor, examine it very very carefully, look at his friends gleefully, put it on and smile happily when he sees that the sleeves are slightly too short. i was beaming. he looked over at me and beamed back. and he raised his fist in the air at me and yelled "yah!". that kicked ass. and so did the look on dan p's ugly face when he saw me leaving the place with five punk skaters. yah. that was worth all the shit he thought he was pulling on me in jr and high school. and seeing jonna in that mini skirt and tight small shirt stumbling around the concert surrounded by emo kids was also well worth all the shit her and her friends put me through my whole life.

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