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Tonight: Crossroads cafe to see Rachel Stroll's band. It was different from what I expected, but nice. A good experience, at least. I got to hang out with lovely people like Beek and Molly, and play Mexican dominoes, and eat pizza. There was one guy I had a problem with cause he didn't like American Beauty and he had bad facial hair and liked guns and criticized everyone (and wow, I should stop writing run on sentences so much). Other than that and the fact that hardly anyone else showed up, though, it was spectacular.

I should learn more about this whole emo-punk thing so I can be in with the "out" crowd, so to say (as opposed to in with no crowd at all). Ya know, subculture and all that jazz.