madball....that is all....madball....

[glossnknuckles]

um, yeah. best weekend of my life? probably. thursday night at the pound was off the hook, as you all know. (the best show out of all of them, in my opinion) sammy broke his toe (my poor baby), rj broke his wrist, many other people broke many other things. left friday morning to go down south. followed powerhouse down there in jeremy's kick ass new van. stopped alot on the way down. took forever. got to the showcase just as the first band was playing. show=awesome. damn near a religious experience. went to eat at swingers, which is like this hip, fuckin' hollywood diner place with weird fuckin' hollywood people in it. best grilled cheese ever, with guac and shit in it. mmmm...... went back to shoalin and rj's house. crashed out (by this time it was 4am). and what time did we all get up? 10am. sammy? 6am. uhhhh...that sucks. went to melrose, shopped. saw zane and conner. saw freddy and of course i swooned and flirted and shit cause i'm a fuckin' groupie bitch when it comes to him. i'll admit it. shut up.(for the record, i've been in love with him since i was 16, so all you bitches can get of my nuts.) me and shoalin went to get our nails done so we could look fine.went back to shoalins, showered, watched my big fat greek wedding, then headed to east los. weird ass club. so big. show was great, yadayadayada. (i refuse to gush anymore) supposed to go to the rainbow room, but the show ended late, so we went to swinger, again. ate grilled cheese. again. the best part was me and sammy outside smoking and everlast(jump around) walks into the restaurant. now, we have already met him and know he is the biggest fucking asshole, so were like everyone, look it's that fucker. anyways, we go back inside the restaurant were he is trying to bribe the host to give him a table with a c-note. of course the host say's no, it's a packed fuckin' place. so i'm trying to get through the crowd by the door to get outside and i hear "watch my shoes mothafucka" and i turn and it's everlast talking to some armenian guy, and the guy is all whatever, and keep walking out the door. everlast flips out and goes after him talking all this "nigga this, nigga that" bullshit. his bodyguard holds him back and the armenian guy is gone already. so we are all outside, and were like the some funny fuckin' shit. i kid you not, 20 minutes later, the front door slams open, and everlast comes out all " where is that mexican faggot nigga?" and of course jeremy (dork) points in the direction the guy went. that was defintitly the highlight of our trip. even those of us who don't use the word faggot, were calling everyone a mexican faggot. also, please keep in mind, the guy was definitely armenian. san diego was cool. saw my son and his new girl. saw tommy engler of the crazy engler brothers and that made me happy. oh, we also met chad from new found glory (who i hate). he turned out to be the nicest guy i ever met and he kicked it all weekend. i officially take back anything i might have said about him or his band. came home today at like 4 pm, and i'm totally brain dead, and this is not a complete journal entry. i left out so much. can't write anymore. sorry if i rambled or didn't make any sense. xoxoxo

p.s i just proofread this and i realize i can't stop cussing when i'm tired. i'm sorry.