Tonight I went to see "Mortified," a show at the Make-out Room that was HILARIOUS. All of these people read their journal entries from when they were 12, 13, 14 years old.

It made me wish I'd kept my journals from that time, and made me realize how funny it was that I burned them because I thought I had evolved so much or some crap and they had to be destroyed, blah blah blah. I mean I actually burned them, er...a bit dramatic, yes?

During those pre-teen years I had an entire wardrobe of navy clothing. Looking back it cracks me up because it's like I was pretty depressed, but -- damnit -- not quite depressed enough to wear all black. I only had one Cure album for the longest time and it wasn't even Disintegration. It was Wish. The angst hadn't yet set in. HA!