So yesterday I went to the zinefest. We arrived there at 5:40, thinking it began at 6:00. Turns out it started at 8:15. So for an 2 hours and 35 minutes we stood outside the club and talked- which, sadly, I found was more entertaining than the music. After reading most of the zines there, which were few, we mostly just yelled over the music and decided to go back out to the parking lot and talk again. It wasn't a bad evening, just a dissapointment on the zinefest's part.

Today is my last day of freedom. I think I'll go rent some movies and go bowling.

Oh, and nearly forgot to mention I saw This Is Spinal Tap and American Movie a few days ago.