Bad Pun is Bad.

3:15 AM.
High on caffeine. Have to get up early in the morning to go look at apartments. Don't care. Was joking with Mouse that I'll be a zombie tomorrow; I'll be all "I liked that place, let's move into that one," and they'll be all "Crystal, that was a dumpster." But the caffeine was a good idea, drank in the cause of cheering up a good friend. Worth it.

I am dancing in my seat as I write this. Dragula by Rob Zombie is playing on my itunes and I turned it up loud. Don't worry, it's in my headphones. I don't even think I like Rob Zombie, but this song makes me happy. Zak sings along to it when it comes on in his car, and he sounds really badass. I love listening to him sing, even when he's off-key, because he has fun, but he's never off-key when he sings this song, and he enjoys it, so it makes me smile and enjoy the song. That was a long sentence. I should break it up into like... 3, but I won't, because I totally would have said that in one big long caffeinated breath.

So yeah. Colorado. It's cool. Haha get it, it's cool? Like... it's colder and I- ... derp. ^_^ People keep asking me how I like it. Really, it's not all that different. A city's a city. There are people. And buildings. Okay, that's not true... I *did not* like southern Cali at all. But I was happy there, because there were people I cared about and such. I think I could be happy most anywhere, s'long as I'm me.