I've humped sooo many people over the last 3 days!
We finally had that stupid battle of the bands today and now it's over with at last. It sucked big time but funny things still happened...
At school on Thursday, the people in my class that was organizing it got "STAFF" t-shirts. Free t-shirts are good times! Later that day I went back to school for a jazz concert which wasn't as gay as I thought it would be. After the concert I went to this pizza place with Shawn, that's the kid who almost got arrested for kidnapping, his mom and sisters, and Peter and Billy, 2 members of his band.
Me and one of Shawn's sister ordered mozzarella sticks but the pizza was ready before the sticks, which I thought was odd. At this point Shawn noted how happy I had been to get my free shirt and how I only have like 5 shirts that are all band shirts (I actually have a lot of shirts but I just wear about 10 of them) I responded by pointing out that I had been wearing the same pants all week without washing them. Shawn or Peter noticed that they were the pants with zippers that can turn them from long pants into shorts so I really had been wearing 2 pairs. I agreed and them demonstrated. When I had finished chaging them and then changing them back, the mozzarella sticks finally arrived and I observed that I had gone thought two pairs of pants before they actually came. Shawns other sister told me that was funny so that's why I wrote it!
On Friday I wore my staff shirt and this girl named Keana asked me if I had been wearing it the day before. I said no because I had actually gotten at school but I had, however, worn the same pair of pants all week. I've come to the conclusion that people don't notice because I wear a dark shirt one day and a light shirt the next day. That's good advice for people who can't afford clothes!
Today I got up at 6 because my mom and her friends from Bradenton were already up getting ready to go to the airport. I walked the block to my school and got to the stage on the football field where I found Billy and Ryan (the kid who had once convinced me he was breaking into someone else's house when he was going into his own) had been sleeping on the drum platform all night. My English teacher wasn't there yet which was surprising considering she's a Nazi. We waited for someone with a cell phone to come so we could call Ryan's sister to have her bring us food from Burger King. I learned that they no longer make Cinnaminies :(
Later on, the girl who I had almost made out with when she was drunk said "hi Matt." I was surprised she remembered my name and even more surprised she said hi. I would liked to have gone out with her but I'm not sure what to do all these months later. Anyway, she probably just noticed me near and felt akward and was trying to fill space. I'll just continue to avoid her because I'm a pussy.
There wasn't supposed to be any moshing but the cops that were there didn't try and stop it until a little bit after dark. I got hit in the face! and I bleed too! but then I got right back in! good times!
Soon, because of the suckiness, I got bored and went to lay in the grass. Ryan and Shawn came up and Shawn said something I forget which led me to take my shirt off. They both thought it was funny and thought I should do it on stage while Shawn's band was playing.
I again found myself shirtless when I gave it to some girl who gave it to some guy so he could get in and out of the event to go get drugs or something (remember it was a staff shirt) Well that gay, who was supposed to give it back to me, gave it to yet another guy. As you would expect, people started trying to twist my nipples. I solved this problem by covering the goods with bumper stickers from some heavy metal band. This girl Marika, who in the past has whipped me with a belt, got around this by just scratching me on the back. She also kicked me in the nuts which led me to grab her ass. When she kicked me again I grabbed her boobs as she was streaching. Then she left, I don't think that was why though.
Eventually the kid did come back and I got my shirt. For a while after that it was really boring until my friends' band got on stage. They signaled me to come on stage during their first song but as usual I was confused. I think they actually pulled me up on stage during their second song. I pulled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes, put on a small ass shirt I found laying on the stage, and turned my long pants into shorts! I jumped off stage but after another song I got back on to switch into my own shirt (the small one was hard to get off) and get the pieces of my pants. I also did jumping jacks and Shawn bent over so it would look like I was humping to the camera filming us.
After the nipple thing but before going on stage I went to the library to find out the Pope had died. I then ran around telling everyone who I knew to Catholic (or Hispanic since those are good odds) I also enchanted them all by telling how Francis Arinze might become the first (modern?) Black Pope.
RIP Karol Wojtyla!
Other shit happened but people don't care. I got the bleeding, bumper stickers, stage antics in so good times.
At school on Thursday, the people in my class that was organizing it got "STAFF" t-shirts. Free t-shirts are good times! Later that day I went back to school for a jazz concert which wasn't as gay as I thought it would be. After the concert I went to this pizza place with Shawn, that's the kid who almost got arrested for kidnapping, his mom and sisters, and Peter and Billy, 2 members of his band.
Me and one of Shawn's sister ordered mozzarella sticks but the pizza was ready before the sticks, which I thought was odd. At this point Shawn noted how happy I had been to get my free shirt and how I only have like 5 shirts that are all band shirts (I actually have a lot of shirts but I just wear about 10 of them) I responded by pointing out that I had been wearing the same pants all week without washing them. Shawn or Peter noticed that they were the pants with zippers that can turn them from long pants into shorts so I really had been wearing 2 pairs. I agreed and them demonstrated. When I had finished chaging them and then changing them back, the mozzarella sticks finally arrived and I observed that I had gone thought two pairs of pants before they actually came. Shawns other sister told me that was funny so that's why I wrote it!
On Friday I wore my staff shirt and this girl named Keana asked me if I had been wearing it the day before. I said no because I had actually gotten at school but I had, however, worn the same pair of pants all week. I've come to the conclusion that people don't notice because I wear a dark shirt one day and a light shirt the next day. That's good advice for people who can't afford clothes!
Today I got up at 6 because my mom and her friends from Bradenton were already up getting ready to go to the airport. I walked the block to my school and got to the stage on the football field where I found Billy and Ryan (the kid who had once convinced me he was breaking into someone else's house when he was going into his own) had been sleeping on the drum platform all night. My English teacher wasn't there yet which was surprising considering she's a Nazi. We waited for someone with a cell phone to come so we could call Ryan's sister to have her bring us food from Burger King. I learned that they no longer make Cinnaminies :(
Later on, the girl who I had almost made out with when she was drunk said "hi Matt." I was surprised she remembered my name and even more surprised she said hi. I would liked to have gone out with her but I'm not sure what to do all these months later. Anyway, she probably just noticed me near and felt akward and was trying to fill space. I'll just continue to avoid her because I'm a pussy.
There wasn't supposed to be any moshing but the cops that were there didn't try and stop it until a little bit after dark. I got hit in the face! and I bleed too! but then I got right back in! good times!
Soon, because of the suckiness, I got bored and went to lay in the grass. Ryan and Shawn came up and Shawn said something I forget which led me to take my shirt off. They both thought it was funny and thought I should do it on stage while Shawn's band was playing.
I again found myself shirtless when I gave it to some girl who gave it to some guy so he could get in and out of the event to go get drugs or something (remember it was a staff shirt) Well that gay, who was supposed to give it back to me, gave it to yet another guy. As you would expect, people started trying to twist my nipples. I solved this problem by covering the goods with bumper stickers from some heavy metal band. This girl Marika, who in the past has whipped me with a belt, got around this by just scratching me on the back. She also kicked me in the nuts which led me to grab her ass. When she kicked me again I grabbed her boobs as she was streaching. Then she left, I don't think that was why though.
Eventually the kid did come back and I got my shirt. For a while after that it was really boring until my friends' band got on stage. They signaled me to come on stage during their first song but as usual I was confused. I think they actually pulled me up on stage during their second song. I pulled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes, put on a small ass shirt I found laying on the stage, and turned my long pants into shorts! I jumped off stage but after another song I got back on to switch into my own shirt (the small one was hard to get off) and get the pieces of my pants. I also did jumping jacks and Shawn bent over so it would look like I was humping to the camera filming us.
After the nipple thing but before going on stage I went to the library to find out the Pope had died. I then ran around telling everyone who I knew to Catholic (or Hispanic since those are good odds) I also enchanted them all by telling how Francis Arinze might become the first (modern?) Black Pope.
RIP Karol Wojtyla!
Other shit happened but people don't care. I got the bleeding, bumper stickers, stage antics in so good times.