fuck. I just had to stop to take a breather after jogging up those stairs in UCLA, didn't I? I felt like an intruder. Not welcome there, so I left.

I had such a cool time at the concert when it ended at 1 PM, that I was jogging happily back to my car so that i DIDNT see anyone I knew, when I went up the steps of death. I was like fuck, I ran 8 miles already today, I'm bushed. Then I saw Them. Great, I thought, sarcastically. My ex and her new boyfriend, meeting me ahead of schedule. I didn't feel like a confrontation right then and there and who knows what they were thinking. I can think of a few.....stalker....psycho.......
its just my fucking luck.
I really don't think I should go see the play tommorrow, now.
I got a signature for Grace, to show that I mean buisness with the friend thing. But, forget it, if walking away is how i get treated now. It was mutually wierd I guess, I walked away also, but she walked away first. However, it was only after I saw their reactions of apathy, and probably hate. That I didn't need at all.

forget it, i should be free to go where i want
I'm disappointed Jack didn't join me, maybe I would have had some backup on the confrontation. Its ok, he had a paper to write.
and who cares. i did what i wanted to do. i saw the future Jimmy Eat World. I remember when Jimmy Eat world was supposedly the new Weezer, which was the new Nirvana... which was.... you get the idea.

Anyway i believe in these guys, and had a few interesting chats with them, not to mention signatures, I even randomly met nicole and she took pictures of me with them. One conversation particulary interesting was with the drummer, giving him the website to muffish. hahahah.

Just think, in a year or a few, it could be me up there on the concret slab at 11 in the morning making mic checks while an eager crowd gathers.