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Country Thunder was fun! Night one, I was up dancing with the hicks and drunks, and a guy grabbed a girl's ass. AND THEN ANOTHER ASS. SERIAL ASS GRABBER. So, in the midst of my rocking out like a stud, I elbowed him good in the sternum. He doubled over. I chuckled and skipped back to the group. I stinkin loved Jason Aldean. Yay for me for making Jeff of Country Thunder work it out for me.
Friday was hilarious! Cortney snuck foot long hoagies in! Also, turns out the ol' CT searches your chairs for stashed water bottles, but not your ankles for glocks. I have proof. HARHAR HAR HAR. Good ol' Chris always gets me into trouble with the gals he chooses to hang out with. I rested my eyes at a red light on the way home, and ended up several mintutes later waking up in the intersection. I finally got to see Randy Travis in concert! Then I saw Neal Mccoy for time number deuce, and Sawyer Brown for the first time. I stayed until the gorey end just so I could yell, "I AIN'T FIRST CLASS, BUT I AIN'T WHITE TRASH"...Similar to the time I yelled, "I MIGHT HAVE BEEN BORN JUST PLAIN WHITE TRASH!...BUT FANCY IS MY NAME!" I don't actually think I'm white trash. My recent distaste for Athens, Ohio has proved that I'm only podunk when it's a novelty, and it probably wouldn't be quite as amusing when everyone else is, too. I lost my train of thought. The moral is that Friday night of Country Thunder was a ton of fun, and one of the best lineups I've seen.
I'm getting a bad grade in my therapy class, and that's hilarious!
Oh, semester. Please end.
Also. I think it's annoying to hear about dreams, but, I have been having weird ass random dreams lately. Exhibit A: Sunday Night's slightly pornographic dream about the mean guy from American Idle. I do not even watch that show. Exhibit B: Last night I dreamt of my best friend's ex boyfriend's wedding. This ex, she dated roughly 7 years ago. There was an Exhibit C, but, because my brain is clearly imploding, it is just beyond my conscious mind.
Friday was hilarious! Cortney snuck foot long hoagies in! Also, turns out the ol' CT searches your chairs for stashed water bottles, but not your ankles for glocks. I have proof. HARHAR HAR HAR. Good ol' Chris always gets me into trouble with the gals he chooses to hang out with. I rested my eyes at a red light on the way home, and ended up several mintutes later waking up in the intersection. I finally got to see Randy Travis in concert! Then I saw Neal Mccoy for time number deuce, and Sawyer Brown for the first time. I stayed until the gorey end just so I could yell, "I AIN'T FIRST CLASS, BUT I AIN'T WHITE TRASH"...Similar to the time I yelled, "I MIGHT HAVE BEEN BORN JUST PLAIN WHITE TRASH!...BUT FANCY IS MY NAME!" I don't actually think I'm white trash. My recent distaste for Athens, Ohio has proved that I'm only podunk when it's a novelty, and it probably wouldn't be quite as amusing when everyone else is, too. I lost my train of thought. The moral is that Friday night of Country Thunder was a ton of fun, and one of the best lineups I've seen.
I'm getting a bad grade in my therapy class, and that's hilarious!
Oh, semester. Please end.
Also. I think it's annoying to hear about dreams, but, I have been having weird ass random dreams lately. Exhibit A: Sunday Night's slightly pornographic dream about the mean guy from American Idle. I do not even watch that show. Exhibit B: Last night I dreamt of my best friend's ex boyfriend's wedding. This ex, she dated roughly 7 years ago. There was an Exhibit C, but, because my brain is clearly imploding, it is just beyond my conscious mind.