The Things In Christine's Head

owen

so i'm in an arcade, just playing some fish game, then someone who I thought was my mom, taps my shoulder.

this person says:
"hey, i love your shirt! i'm going to see panic! at the disco next month!"

i look down, and this was my shirt

i say

"thanks!"

we actually talked for a while. his name was owen.

from talking to me, he assumed and was right that I was a noob to emo bands and gave me a shit ton of music to listen to.

now listen here.

i'm only thirteen and he just turned 18 a while ago.

so of course not that we exchanged contacts.

oh yeah, also, these two teens were eyeing me when me and my mom were waiting in line at starbucks for her drink.

the girl was eyeing every ten seconds.

i'm like:

bitch leave me the fuck alone.

anyway, this was day two in connecticut.

christine