hmm so. it is. the stars are pretty when you can see them. but its a damn shame the smog in the valley prevents it. tristan wants to take me to dinner at gracies tomorrow.... sometimes i fear that hes like... subliminally hitting on me. not really were just best friends. sides. its tristan. hes just a good guy. michael frey gave me a hot pocket today. and mike brady gave me a five min. long hug. that was nice. drew pisses me off sometimes. the play is starting to leave a bad taste in my mouth... but cotton candy ice cream doesnt, which is what anna, allison, and i bought from subway today. cresten is happy for the Mars Volta cd, which was a random buy on my part for him, but im glad i did it. seeing him all sick last night made me want to just lay down next to him and just care for him.... for like the first time ever, i just wanted to care for someone, make em chicken noodle soup and stuff. not really the first time, but i just didnt want to leave. he looked so cute and helpless. aww. but yeah hes been calling me sweetie ever since i told him Frey said he should. lol. well. things are sort of okay right now. im still struggling with depression, but not so much. *shrug* as long as i get my Louis XIV, Hot Hot Heat, Franz Ferdinand, and soccer jackets im good.