These grass stains on my knees won't mean a thing.

Jul 04, 2004 21:10

I hate the 4th of July.

I realized it after Ashalie had to remind me what I did last year and how badly it sucked. And then I remembered that I never liked the 4th of July. When I was little, I used to lay in bed terrified that someone was going to set my house on fire with their patriotic explosives. It was nice to come home and find my neighbors shooting balls of fire toward the trees in my front yard. Very nice.

Warped Tour was today. Miss Ashalie accompanied me, and I'm quite glad that she did because she's great. We decided that the Warped Tour would be about a million times better if it was held in December, and not July. It was insanely ridiculously disgustingly HOT. Adam Lazzara said that it was the hottest place they'd been to on the whole tour. When we got there, I parked in the parking lot that was the absolute farthest from where we needed to go, and after walking for a very long time, we finally reached the back of this line that appeared to be completely neverending. We stood in this dirt lot, while people kept harrassing me to buy our tickets from us because it was sold out. At one point I seriously considered trying to sell them for $200 and then kidnapping Ashalie and taking her to the beach instead. But I figured once we got inside, all the pain and torcher would be worth it. We had an interesting time in line. This guy in this band that I can't remember the name of asked us to listen to his cd. I liked it, so he sold me one for $5. His name is Stu, and I let him shake my hand because he was cute and plays the bass. Then, when I went to play the cd in the car on the way home I couldn't really remember why I liked it. I'm starting to wonder if that was even what Stu gave us to listen to. Oh well. I actually only had to pay $3 for it because these two people who cut us in line each gave us $1. We tried to charge other people for cutting us, but they just kind of looked at us like we were loser freaks. Can't imagine why. So after about 30-45 minutes of standing in this horrid line in a million degree weather to get inside, I realized that we'd stood in the line for no reason because I had printed my tickets at home and there was a special line for that which nobody was in. Great. Once we were in, we were kind of overwhelmed. There were just all these people and all this noise, and it was HOT. We walked around, bought 4 bottles of $2 water and felt just about like dying. I'd have to say that my enjoyment level at the show was in the pattern of a bell curve. When we got there, I felt like I was going to die...then we found this rockin place in the shade and drank $2 Dr. Pepper and got all excited and danced around like morons (well...I danced around like a moron) to Taking Back Sunday...then felt like dying again. I would have to say the funniest thing that happened was when we were watching The Early November. We got a nice spot up close to the stage and Ashalie was concerned about us being trampled. I was like "No Ashalie, that's just silly. Who would mosh at The Early November?" Next thing I know, my poor Ashalie has lost both her shoes and is being pushed back and forth by smelly boys. Luckily (and rather amazingly) we were able to locate both her shoes and get out of the pit of doom without too much harm being done. And then we had a really good laugh about it (well..I thought it was funny....still do.). Livejournal Chelsea was there!!! We played phone tag for about 4 hours until I finally found her! Yay! I'm glad she got there early enough to get tickets because that would've sucked to come all the way out here and not be able to get in. I got lots of cd's, a t-shirt, and a really weird sunburn on my back. Overall, it was a pretty fun time. I'd have to say my enjoyment level would have been much higher if it was about 40 degrees cooler outside. It was very reminiscent of Edgefest, except there wasn't really anywhere good to sit down, and they didn't have gatorade. There were also a TON of skanky, underaged Jr. whores running around. Awww and I didn't see Daniel! But I did see Joey for a couple minutes.

I had decided last night that saying "bless you" when people sneeze is a ridiculous custom that should be done away with. I likened sneezing to farting and burping, and said that since nobody says "bless you" when you do those things, you should say "excuse me" when you sneeze because it's just disruptive and there's no reason to bless people for sneezing when it's just a plain old bodily function. Then today I was allergic to the grass during Yellowcard, and I kept sneezing, and I got sad when nobody said "bless you." And then Ashalie sneezed, and said "I'm sorry. Excuse me." And I was like awwwwwwww I'm such an ass hole, and then I said "bless you" to her. I suppose it's not so much an outdated custom as it is just recognizing that someone just had an uncomfortable experience and letting them know that you care. I don't know.

I'm tired. I hope you all had a nice 4th of July and didn't shoot fire at people's houses.
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