It's times like these that I miss you most. Remembering how we were so close.
I think this morning has been the most nostalgic I've ever lived through and it's not even moderately over yet. First of all, I went to sleep at 3PM yesterday. I had stayed awake for 20 hours prior to my premature slumber, so I suppose it really wasn't so untimely after all. I managed to wake up at 1AM with Cone next to me. I only went to sleep because he wanted me to, anyway. He told me that I shouldn't get overtired and that sleep would do me some good, so I took his advice and did so. I felt kind of awful. I wanted to stay awake because we still had an entire day ahead of us. We were - and still are, for that matter - visiting Wakefield and Foxx. I was running into things (such as walls and lamps) a lot, I was fucked up quite evilcore. I asked Foxx if she noticed me doing that, she told me that she was too busy being all 'RyanRyanRyan' to be concerned. I love her, I really do. It's going to be terrible when I join up with my new band and can't look forward to walking into Brittin's basement to see Foxx sprawled across the couch singing "Ruby SoHo" and acting all distant and incoherent until Leah starts beating on her drumset and only then would Foxx sit up quicker than a mouse discovering an electrical socket, grab her bass, plug it in, and start playing. Hello again, nostalgia. I haven't seen the likes of you in a while.

I was reading one of our messageboards a few weeks back and I faintly recall a fan saying, "Brittin's the toughest, Leah's the sweetest, Foxx is the coolest, and Colette's the hottest." I severely disagree with the latter categorization, but I will definitely have to agree with the fact that everyone has their little schtick. Foxx is amazingly cool. Britt is tough as nails. Leah is the sweetest person I've ever met. They all have amazing and unique personalities, but who am I? I'm Colette. I'm boring. There's nothing about me that is different than everyone else. Well, people have said that my voice is nearly impossible to copy, but where does a strange voice get you? Basically nowhere unless you use it to your advantage like I do and have done in the past. I just hope it can get me into another band.

I saw Lacey-Lee yesterday for the first time, I was quite half-dead though I do recall singing Brand New songs at loud volumes with her. I think at one point I kept singing "Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades" over and over an obscene amount of times. Over 20, I believe. I don't make too much sense, but who does these days? Don't answer that. Really, when I say that, what I'm saying is that we're all degenerating in some form or another. This world's going to hell and no one can stop it, not even Saddam goddamn Hussein. Did you know that I had a hard time getting on an airplane yesterday? They were all, "SHOW ME YOUR PASSPORT." And that was normal, of course, but the fact that they were all, "YOU DO NOT LOOK LIKE THE GIRL IN YOUR PASSPORT." was the strangest thing ever. I still look like 'the girl in the picture,' even though it was taken in sixth or seventh grade. Maybe I should renew it one of these days. Cone was getting a little bit exasperated, I could see that he just wanted to backhand the police officer/security guard/whoever he was. Their uniforms all blur together and look the same, don't ask me. But yeah, they had to search me, too. I was apparently beeping because I had a quarter in my back pocket, but they made me take off my shoes, my belt, and the guy seemed to be touching me inappropriately, though he was just doing his job. I swear they try to cop feels and make it off as a 'job well done,' I'm not kidding you.

Now that I've successfully ranted my heart out and cured my pseudo-boredom, I'll end this post right here. Maybe Cone will wake up soon.