>Rammstein - Mein Herz Brennt
>Suicide Commando - Acid Bath

I am finally escaping Hell (my internment in New Jersey) on the 19th. Now that it’s so close, I don’t want to go as much, but I still do want it. I hope I’ll be able to meet Kelly at the airport, I e-mailed her and told her the good news that I’d be flying in to Sacramento. Gail and Alexis are here, I’ve been downloading *movies* and playing Diablo II on my necromancer Isaakus for a few hours. My mom has a job interview, she’s there now I think. Gail went to drive her there, but I don’t know if she’s back. We’re supposed to go to this big mall called Jersey Gardens later tonight. They have a Hot Topic, so I’m going. Even though I loathe that store, they occasionally have something I might buy. I’m feeling a more and more intense desire for the black brocade frock coat on Gallery Serpentine I’ve drooled over since months before the vacation. I’m afraid my mother won’t give me the money for it, but perhaps with another week of nagging, and the pressure of me leaving, she’ll relent, and I’ll get to enjoy it’s brocadey goodness on my first day of school. My band t-shirts I ordered still haven’t arrived, they could come as late as right before I leave. I really hope they show up soon, I have like nothing to wear except my bondage pants and my NIN shirt. Anyway, Halloween approaches, and I’m afraid I’ll be penniless (as always) on Halloween. It’s some kind of cosmic thing, I never have money on Halloween. I took the bondage straps from my NIN jacket and put them on my bondage pants. I hope they have bondage straps at the Hot Topic at Jersey Gardens, I’ll be mad if they don’t. Well, that’s about it, I’m going to see if Gail is back.