"fuck im really stressed" "just sit back and let the music take u away" "alright."
today was sort of busy. woke up at 7 8 ish and went to 6 flags with doug drew and derek, D^3, always left out. it was uuuuuuber crowded and we had to wait about 2 hours for X but i got front row so overall it was allright. but we were inline for roaring rapids and we look and see irvin in line too and then look about 5 people infront of him and guess what, its that pro surfer chick whos like 13 and got her arm bit off by that shark and was on tv for like 2 weeks. what are the chances. that was random and a good celeb siting, last time i was i 6 flags doug and i rode the X with fred durst from limpz bizkitz, it was funny. we run into sara fisher in line also and shes with derek diaz and all the lil freshman babies, cept lily and alex, but the rest. that was funny/awkward. we ride about 7 maybe 8 rides over all and leave round 7 ish sorta disapointed, but w/e.
i arrive home to see garret, michelle, rodger and jackson (:D) sitting in my room and my dad is like wtf are these people doing here. and he just watered the feild so hes sketchy about letting us have a bon and my dad and i are arguing about me and my respobsibilities while those 4 peeps are still waiting in my room awkwardly, then guess what, who the fuck walks up to my door but micheal eithier, justin morgan, this random kid and matt bacon. fuck. my dads pist pist, fucking who arethese fucking people and this is such bullshit of u josh, ouch. i tell them they have to leave, but they refuse. i keep telling them, so they say ok but they need to speak with jackson, long story short, they leave, jackson garret michelle rodger and i build a bon fire. not lit though. we are waiting for lily alex chris and johnny. *2nd best part of the night- jackson and i drive in his cadillac to go get gasoline and 2 bags of ice, and he drives about 7 or 8 mph down my road, and the whole drive were just listening to bob dylan and singing along to every fucking song. sooo guuud. we arrive back to see that not only are there the origional 4, plus the expected 4, but theres also rory and noah. and somewhere in there michael and them just came back all akwardly and we had to tell them to leave and they got really pist. by the way were still waiting for carlos. this bon is already gettin a lil out of hand and my dad is barely letting us have this one and like set up this boundry cause he just plowed part of the field and if we cross it at all no more bon fires ever. so everything gets rolling, its all going really well. garret busts out some beverages, rodger downs 3 and a half like i dont even know, nardcore liquor, and hes a lil tipsy, signing and sort of stumbling, long story short, in 45 mintues hes face down on the ground puking his guts out. it gets soo bad we literally have to drag him over to this spot and put him on this side, cause he cant even fucking do it himself. we keep a close watch and all but its fuking bull of him to pull this shit. he gets up every once in a while and pukes and falls over, so bullshit. whats new. carlos comes with some chick around 1020 and hes like mad at us cause rodger is fucking wrecked. the night goes on, im kinda stressed, garret and noah both get nude, order pizzas, drink a lil too much for me but i dont say anything, but then the good part, *best part- i go get the other guitar and jackson and i do a really good blackbird duet, then we play babe im gonna leave u and he does this solo thing and gets reeeeally happy, jackson dimples and some house of the rising sun action as well. soooo good. hours pass, people are leaving. we start to pack up and rodger fucking runs off, towards my house, hopefully he made it home. im sure there are bottle caps down there and footprints where there werent supposed to be any. so im kinda, well im def fucked. everyone felt pretty bad cause they knew i was too. i dunno if were gonna be able to have any more bon fires. oh well. it had its ups and downs, mostly jackson and rodger, fucking rodger, if there are any more bon, hes never coming again. ever. i hope this all works out. i know some of u are reading this and rolling ur eyes, and rolling ur eyes at me suggesting that u are rolling them, proving my point. whatever, im just trying to have fun. its a relief to finally have some.
oh and on wensday i went to bishop and saw derrick brown preform. he didnt really preform that much, he like worked with the audience more. but hes sooooo amazing. that was soo cool. and thnx katherine for giving me that opp. specially at the end when we went and talked to him, that was good stuff. i prob wont go to his concert unless carissa wants to! pleease carissa, u owe me...i dont know exactly for what but u do. it'll be awesome, we'll talk later. after the preformance of the god known as derrick brown, i went and practiced vb with the bishop jv team. u all know how akward that was. and for a few of u, u really know how truly akward that was. i befriended the team though. that was nice.
i know this is really long, but i finally had stuff to say, or rather get out. im kinda depressed, but at times im really greatful. now i tink im a lil of both.
i arrive home to see garret, michelle, rodger and jackson (:D) sitting in my room and my dad is like wtf are these people doing here. and he just watered the feild so hes sketchy about letting us have a bon and my dad and i are arguing about me and my respobsibilities while those 4 peeps are still waiting in my room awkwardly, then guess what, who the fuck walks up to my door but micheal eithier, justin morgan, this random kid and matt bacon. fuck. my dads pist pist, fucking who arethese fucking people and this is such bullshit of u josh, ouch. i tell them they have to leave, but they refuse. i keep telling them, so they say ok but they need to speak with jackson, long story short, they leave, jackson garret michelle rodger and i build a bon fire. not lit though. we are waiting for lily alex chris and johnny. *2nd best part of the night- jackson and i drive in his cadillac to go get gasoline and 2 bags of ice, and he drives about 7 or 8 mph down my road, and the whole drive were just listening to bob dylan and singing along to every fucking song. sooo guuud. we arrive back to see that not only are there the origional 4, plus the expected 4, but theres also rory and noah. and somewhere in there michael and them just came back all akwardly and we had to tell them to leave and they got really pist. by the way were still waiting for carlos. this bon is already gettin a lil out of hand and my dad is barely letting us have this one and like set up this boundry cause he just plowed part of the field and if we cross it at all no more bon fires ever. so everything gets rolling, its all going really well. garret busts out some beverages, rodger downs 3 and a half like i dont even know, nardcore liquor, and hes a lil tipsy, signing and sort of stumbling, long story short, in 45 mintues hes face down on the ground puking his guts out. it gets soo bad we literally have to drag him over to this spot and put him on this side, cause he cant even fucking do it himself. we keep a close watch and all but its fuking bull of him to pull this shit. he gets up every once in a while and pukes and falls over, so bullshit. whats new. carlos comes with some chick around 1020 and hes like mad at us cause rodger is fucking wrecked. the night goes on, im kinda stressed, garret and noah both get nude, order pizzas, drink a lil too much for me but i dont say anything, but then the good part, *best part- i go get the other guitar and jackson and i do a really good blackbird duet, then we play babe im gonna leave u and he does this solo thing and gets reeeeally happy, jackson dimples and some house of the rising sun action as well. soooo good. hours pass, people are leaving. we start to pack up and rodger fucking runs off, towards my house, hopefully he made it home. im sure there are bottle caps down there and footprints where there werent supposed to be any. so im kinda, well im def fucked. everyone felt pretty bad cause they knew i was too. i dunno if were gonna be able to have any more bon fires. oh well. it had its ups and downs, mostly jackson and rodger, fucking rodger, if there are any more bon, hes never coming again. ever. i hope this all works out. i know some of u are reading this and rolling ur eyes, and rolling ur eyes at me suggesting that u are rolling them, proving my point. whatever, im just trying to have fun. its a relief to finally have some.
oh and on wensday i went to bishop and saw derrick brown preform. he didnt really preform that much, he like worked with the audience more. but hes sooooo amazing. that was soo cool. and thnx katherine for giving me that opp. specially at the end when we went and talked to him, that was good stuff. i prob wont go to his concert unless carissa wants to! pleease carissa, u owe me...i dont know exactly for what but u do. it'll be awesome, we'll talk later. after the preformance of the god known as derrick brown, i went and practiced vb with the bishop jv team. u all know how akward that was. and for a few of u, u really know how truly akward that was. i befriended the team though. that was nice.
i know this is really long, but i finally had stuff to say, or rather get out. im kinda depressed, but at times im really greatful. now i tink im a lil of both.