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so we woke up at derek's house. the first thing i saw that morning was john's foot. i went and sat out on the balcony and so did he and i wrote and he ate a bagel and i wasn't hungry and we left. when we got to his house, he went and visited his grandpa and watched baseball on tv. i got online for awhile and slept and when he got home i hoola hooped while he printed out things on the computer. then we decided to bike to the AS20 fest because they were having their 20th anniversary. john said, "this is going to be the best 5 hours of your life" but by the end of the night he said otherwise. i wandered around a lot by myself, there were a lot of fascinating people and i wanted to talk to them all, i at least wanted to see them all. so eventually i met up with john, lexxy and joe. we hung out for awhile, shit talkin and street walkin, then we heard lightening bolt start to play so lexxy and i took off our glasses and went straight into the pit. it was one of the most intense things i have ever experienced in my life, i was being punched and pushed to the point where i couldn't breathe and i felt like i was on the tip of a burning spinning top. awesome. i got shoved in some guy's armpit for a couple of minutes, lost an earring and my hair tie. the hair tie loss resulted in my hair being caught in multiple backpacks and people's jewelry and after having my head pulled this way and that and seeing clumps of my hair in my hand, i decided it was time to leave the pit. every inch of my clothing and hair was soaked wet right through. i saw john standing there with our stuff, so instinctively i spit water on him because i figured he had been in the pit too, but he hadn't been and it was funny. lexxy came back out and she and i went on a walk to dry off sort of. when we came back, there was more shit talkin and we all decided to go to some pizza place, john and joe got garlic bread and lexxy shared her fries with me. diego and paul were also there with lots of laughs. john and i biked home but on the way he got a flat tire, so we had to walk our bikes all the way to the house. then we both took showers and went to sleep. i woke up at 9am to chris and miranda flipping on the lights and yelling at me to wake up, but only because they thought i was john. we got our shit together, loaded up the car and started the drive to bethlehem, pa. john said he could feel his excitement in his shoulders. i felt mine in my earlobes. went to westgate mall in bethlehem where only old people moved. good coffee, bad cheese, and shitty tape were all part of the event. then the grocery store, where i picked up oranges, apples, peanut butter, and pretzels. we got to the venue rather early because it was a shit town and we didn't have anything else to do. it was at a park right beside a river and the river was foggy and it was raining a lot so everyone did their own thing for awhile. took some pictures, wrote some love, you know... the usual. then herbie got there around 6 and they all played around 7. it was good, we got some cash. saw a kafka cockroach, and i got bashed by herbie against a picnic table, though he'll swear it was a "bounce." packed up the gear, went to a diner... i laughed my ass off the whole time. everyone talked a lot about paul. left the diner around 11pm and drove to pittsburg which is now where we are. i am exhausted, i stayed up last night while john drove so we could share the shitty driving experience. i maybe went to sleep around 6 this morning? i don't know. i'm bruised up and happy.
fav quote of the past 2 days: "it's a left turn, man, but it's the right way. uh huh."