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this is sort of a recap of the last two weeks.
so i went to bonnaroo, and it was fucking AWESOME. going with my sister was a little awkward, but all in all it was ok. our campsite was excellent and very close to the stages, our neighbors were all very nice, it never got that hot, i didn't get sunburned, i didn't get screwed with any drugs, and i had a BLAST. because it wasn't nearly as hot this year (the sun didn't even shine until the third day), i saw at least twice as many shows as i did last year. the only 2 drawbacks: les claypool wasn't around for the superjam, and when i somehow mysteriously found myself at the dave matthews show on the first night, i had a momentary bad trip until i left the stage. i've decided that dave matthews and i are simply not meant to be.
after a day or two of recovery, sabrina and i went up to visit adampants for a few days, which was just peachy. good times were had by all, and i've rekindled my love for bloody marys.
last night i went to avalon with james, greg, brandon and melissa and i pretended to be the girl with no gaydar, which was just a smash.
when i was waiting for my train to go home last night, this random guido kid in a white velour warmup suit and a 'hustler' tank top sat down next to me and told me all his problems and i couldn't seem to get rid of him for like an hour and a half. his problem was basically just juvenile, male insecurity coupled with the typical macho, bitches-aint-shit and i-am-god's-gift-to-women attitude. he actually told me that if he were to open a door for a girl, she should feel lucky. he didn't know i was secretly making fun of him the whole time. he was, however, apparently very distraught over some girl so i almost felt bad for him, and my cliche advice really seemed to help him. he told me i was wise and that he was thanking god that he had met me. i guess it's pretty awesome to hear someone say that. even if its just a guido kid from bayside.
on the homefront, things are not really good. my relationship with my father has gone only from bad to worse, and it's only mid-june. father's day, was of course, an absolute train wreck. living in my house right now is absolutely miserable. both of my parents are home recovering from surgery and i try to spend as little time at home as humanly possible.
also, pretty much for the first time in my life, multiple guys are taking interest in me, and the best part is, they're not ALL creeps!
i start working next week, which i'm not really looking forward to. i'm definitely going to have some sort of dress code, which blows. but i'll be making money and if all goes well, actually saving some of it this summer.
so i went to bonnaroo, and it was fucking AWESOME. going with my sister was a little awkward, but all in all it was ok. our campsite was excellent and very close to the stages, our neighbors were all very nice, it never got that hot, i didn't get sunburned, i didn't get screwed with any drugs, and i had a BLAST. because it wasn't nearly as hot this year (the sun didn't even shine until the third day), i saw at least twice as many shows as i did last year. the only 2 drawbacks: les claypool wasn't around for the superjam, and when i somehow mysteriously found myself at the dave matthews show on the first night, i had a momentary bad trip until i left the stage. i've decided that dave matthews and i are simply not meant to be.
after a day or two of recovery, sabrina and i went up to visit adampants for a few days, which was just peachy. good times were had by all, and i've rekindled my love for bloody marys.
last night i went to avalon with james, greg, brandon and melissa and i pretended to be the girl with no gaydar, which was just a smash.
when i was waiting for my train to go home last night, this random guido kid in a white velour warmup suit and a 'hustler' tank top sat down next to me and told me all his problems and i couldn't seem to get rid of him for like an hour and a half. his problem was basically just juvenile, male insecurity coupled with the typical macho, bitches-aint-shit and i-am-god's-gift-to-women attitude. he actually told me that if he were to open a door for a girl, she should feel lucky. he didn't know i was secretly making fun of him the whole time. he was, however, apparently very distraught over some girl so i almost felt bad for him, and my cliche advice really seemed to help him. he told me i was wise and that he was thanking god that he had met me. i guess it's pretty awesome to hear someone say that. even if its just a guido kid from bayside.
on the homefront, things are not really good. my relationship with my father has gone only from bad to worse, and it's only mid-june. father's day, was of course, an absolute train wreck. living in my house right now is absolutely miserable. both of my parents are home recovering from surgery and i try to spend as little time at home as humanly possible.
also, pretty much for the first time in my life, multiple guys are taking interest in me, and the best part is, they're not ALL creeps!
i start working next week, which i'm not really looking forward to. i'm definitely going to have some sort of dress code, which blows. but i'll be making money and if all goes well, actually saving some of it this summer.