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I got my half sleeve started and it's really exciting. I have a picture up on MySpace. It's so pretty.
Went to see Horse The Band last night. What a night. We (John was driving, Jim was shotgun, Amber, Sean and I were in the backseat) hit a deer on the way up there. We were fine, but the airbags deployed and shattered the windshield, so we had to have the car towed. We waited on the side of the highway for about an hour and a half for Steve to come pick us up and the tow truck to get there. We decided to still go to the show since we were about 20 minutes away and hadn't missed the bands we wanted to see. Steve has a tiny fucking car even though he's like 6'5", and it was 6 of us in there. Not comfy. But we made it, saw our bands as well as a huge fucking fashionfag cock rock crowd, and had a pretty good time. The drive home was very uncomfortable. Ouch.
Tonight was Blacklisted/Cast Aside. It was really really good. Down To Nothing played and they were awesome, I got one of their cds. I found both Physical Challenge cds as well, and picked up The Distance. I'm happy but broke. I got soooo many dirty looks tonight from stupid fucking chicks. I think this new halfsleeve is going to be a bit of a curse. I find a lot of people looking at me and I don't like that. I got some compliments on it, which is really cool, but I also got glared at by almost every girl in the room. It's fucking ridiculous. What am I, a fucking threat to their "hardcore princess" (as Tony puts it) title? That's fucking lame. Come up and talk to me, realize I'm a nice fucking person, cut the stupid bullshit. I'm so sick of scene drama, judging each other and hating someone just because you're terrified they're cooler than you, it's pathetic. Blech. If it's about the tattoo, whatever, I'm only wearing tank tops til it heals, once it does half of it will be covered by a T shirt so maybe it won't be so bad. But it's fucking lame and I don't want to deal with it.
I'm really full because I had a big piece of chocolate cake. Tomorrow I get to pet Bob's animals. I'm very excited. Goodnight.
Went to see Horse The Band last night. What a night. We (John was driving, Jim was shotgun, Amber, Sean and I were in the backseat) hit a deer on the way up there. We were fine, but the airbags deployed and shattered the windshield, so we had to have the car towed. We waited on the side of the highway for about an hour and a half for Steve to come pick us up and the tow truck to get there. We decided to still go to the show since we were about 20 minutes away and hadn't missed the bands we wanted to see. Steve has a tiny fucking car even though he's like 6'5", and it was 6 of us in there. Not comfy. But we made it, saw our bands as well as a huge fucking fashionfag cock rock crowd, and had a pretty good time. The drive home was very uncomfortable. Ouch.
Tonight was Blacklisted/Cast Aside. It was really really good. Down To Nothing played and they were awesome, I got one of their cds. I found both Physical Challenge cds as well, and picked up The Distance. I'm happy but broke. I got soooo many dirty looks tonight from stupid fucking chicks. I think this new halfsleeve is going to be a bit of a curse. I find a lot of people looking at me and I don't like that. I got some compliments on it, which is really cool, but I also got glared at by almost every girl in the room. It's fucking ridiculous. What am I, a fucking threat to their "hardcore princess" (as Tony puts it) title? That's fucking lame. Come up and talk to me, realize I'm a nice fucking person, cut the stupid bullshit. I'm so sick of scene drama, judging each other and hating someone just because you're terrified they're cooler than you, it's pathetic. Blech. If it's about the tattoo, whatever, I'm only wearing tank tops til it heals, once it does half of it will be covered by a T shirt so maybe it won't be so bad. But it's fucking lame and I don't want to deal with it.
I'm really full because I had a big piece of chocolate cake. Tomorrow I get to pet Bob's animals. I'm very excited. Goodnight.