i thought about that for a second. he's an animal fucker omg!
things that are not cool- traffic caused by people going slow to look at an accident. the whole right side of the car was essentially gone along with the roof. veryyyyyyyy doubtful anyone survived. the bowery ballroom is okay. i don't disapprove. i figured i just don't like chinatown or the entire area in general. roseland, bb king's and the nokia theatre are so much better because they're within walking distance of grand central. no subways needed. i don't know who the first band was. they had fire in their name. there was maybe 15 people watching them. one of the security guards did push ups while they played. dave from the explosion was there. he was in the crowd head banging. ummm so the fire band gets off. the loved ones come on. i don't know. it wasn't a good show but it wasn't bad either. it was just okay. i expected mr.dave hause to be a douchebag but he wasn't. "come on guyss, you're acting like you're from connecticut." "is it because you're tired from today's game?". i tried to take as many pictures as i could without getting caught. i figured i wasn't going to have a good time because i'm still on a high from the panic! show (who i desperately want to see again) but that wasn't it. the crowd wasn't really in to it and neither were the guys. so almost as soon as they got on stage, they got off. maybe at another time and another place with different bands, it'd be a good show. tonight was blah. i stayed and watched the bronx. they came out to a good song. if i were in a band, i'd come out to either the star wars theme or eminem's "lose yourself". the singer was so funny. he had alcohol in him. the guy in front of me would not let his hand touch anything but his girlfriend's ass. i didn't stick around for lifetime. maybe one of the shortest shows ever.
after england got out, i stopped paying attention to the world cup. except for today's game. for those of you who missed it (and that's a small number because everyone becomes a soccer fan just for the world cup), zidane head butted materazzi in the chest. it wasn't like in the movies where he head butted him in the face, he didn't punch or kick him. he head butted him. in the chest. the chest. bravo. he got sent off and italy won. i wonder what materazzi said to get himself head butted to the ground. did he pull a yo mamma joke?hmmmmmmmmmmm.
i think i’m gonna take up smoking. just socially of course. the hardest part of being straightedge (caffeine excluded because who counts that?) is not temptation orrrrr feeling left out. its the disappointment and disgust for other people.
11:11 is my favorite time of day as well. both times. people debated whether or not the glass was half full or half empty. but what a gay tattoo and a gay band. love the nips though. but seriously, it’s the hottest tattoo on the hottest arm of the hottest body. the arm looks like a boy arm. he’s emo, but no one is perfect. and hey, we thought we were punk rock. archie star = loveeeee omgggeeeeeeeee
i'm rambling to see how long i can make this without doing a survey.
all this week i heard how awesome and amazing i am. i even got my girls to start saying it. speaking of, this year's group is the dumbest i've had yet. its official that kids are getting dumber. but anyway, my ego is huge. that will change once school starts.
fort hills is going great. its the cast and the director and joan that keep telling me how great i am. i smile, tell them nooooo, and do that little hand flip.
after england got out, i stopped paying attention to the world cup. except for today's game. for those of you who missed it (and that's a small number because everyone becomes a soccer fan just for the world cup), zidane head butted materazzi in the chest. it wasn't like in the movies where he head butted him in the face, he didn't punch or kick him. he head butted him. in the chest. the chest. bravo. he got sent off and italy won. i wonder what materazzi said to get himself head butted to the ground. did he pull a yo mamma joke?hmmmmmmmmmmm.
i think i’m gonna take up smoking. just socially of course. the hardest part of being straightedge (caffeine excluded because who counts that?) is not temptation orrrrr feeling left out. its the disappointment and disgust for other people.
11:11 is my favorite time of day as well. both times. people debated whether or not the glass was half full or half empty. but what a gay tattoo and a gay band. love the nips though. but seriously, it’s the hottest tattoo on the hottest arm of the hottest body. the arm looks like a boy arm. he’s emo, but no one is perfect. and hey, we thought we were punk rock. archie star = loveeeee omgggeeeeeeeee
i'm rambling to see how long i can make this without doing a survey.
all this week i heard how awesome and amazing i am. i even got my girls to start saying it. speaking of, this year's group is the dumbest i've had yet. its official that kids are getting dumber. but anyway, my ego is huge. that will change once school starts.
fort hills is going great. its the cast and the director and joan that keep telling me how great i am. i smile, tell them nooooo, and do that little hand flip.