10-23-2001 | 1:46 a.m.

Do you know where I'll be at 7:00pm tonight? No? I'll give you a hint.

"Take a bath
I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me
Ask if you can bring a friend
Pick a flower, hold your breath
and drift away"

Got it? No? Hmmm....

"If I turn my back I'm defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
then they'll
Take from me till everything is gone"

No?

"Insert generic whiny ballad here"

Yep, Family Values tour:
Number 2 on my crush list...Scott Weiland (if he takes off his shirt I'll die happy.) and oh yeah, the other guys in Stone Temple Pilots.

Linkin Park - yes, I admit, I do love Chester and Co.

and....B-o-r-i-n-g Staind. But hey, I couldn't pass up a chance to see STP and LP because of the suckiness of Staind.

I've been looking forward to this concert for months. I really need it. Especially after I just handed in 5 pages of crap for my Sociology class. I think I'm destined to repeat this course over and over.

In other news, the Red Cross has deemed me a 'healthy adult' and has asked that I donate blood every 56 days. Alright, how does that work anyway? My blood is B positive, so who can receive it? Only those with the same type? I know that anyone can take O. No clue. Let me know if you do. It's weird. I wanted to donate blood a few years ago, but I didn't think I could because of my meds. I was wrong, I can still give. So, I know they'll be calling prior to the 56th day to ask me to give. That's what I was told. I guess I will. Didn't bother me the first time. Maybe someone is getting a transfusion of my blood right this minute. Scary, huh?

I'm too hyper, so I better ask my friend Xanax for some help so I can sleep. I have to be able to scream like crazy tonight. But, hey you know what really freaked me out? I'm going to tell you anyway. I was searching my closet for my little college-paper-writing-guide-book type thing. I found an empty scnapps bottle behind the "CLUE" boardgame. I thought they found and disposed of all the bottles. I didn't know what to do. I got all shaky. Should I throw it in the trash and risk someone seeing it and have them assume I'm drinking again? No. So, I just left it there, found the book I needed and tried to concentrate on my paper.