Man, oh, man..I've got a lot of updating to do!
Hmm...where to start?
Friday: Went and spent my gift card at the Mac Make-up counter and recived an awesome revolver purse from Maddy. Then I went to see my friends band, The Models We Frame, play. They were great, but some straight edge kid ran into me and gave me a pretty nice bruise on my elbow. Also I ran into Christehdork!
Saturday: I spent the morning sneaking shrimp and chocolate covered strawberries from the derby party that was going on upstairs. Loaded Fuzzy the Ipod up with some songs, and then when divineorgana showed up, and Pyrate fisnished fixing the TV, we left for Cinci. We made a pit stop at Acme Piercing Company, where the poked a hole through me. The guys there were great. They made feel really comfortable and relaxed. Soo...
Tada!
After that little adventure, we started out drive to the Madison Theater. Holy cow, was that crazy! Pyrate got us lost, and as we were driving in circles we stoped at a stop-sign were some "urbanite" was standing..with his pants down.
Pyrate: I don't know what he's but he's got his pants down
Me: and so is my window!
"Urbanite": Ey! Eyy!
As we were driving off..
Me: They're all gonna kill us!
Pyrate: And your window is still down!
Pan over to side-walk..a group of not so friendly looking guys.
We finally made back to KY and to the Madison Theater, were we found an awesome parking place, and stood in line for thirty minutes, then stood inside for an hour, putting up with a horrible white trash drunk guy. But I was two people away from the stage, so I didn't mind. A band called The Dead 60's played, and then we waited another thirty minutes. While waiting for Garbage to play, this fat bitch shoved her way though us, knocking the girl in front of me out of the way. Needless to say, all the people who had been there as long as I had were t.o.ed. Then the bitch gets this bright idea to send a text message to her friend that said "these people are assholes" in the biggest font I have ever seen on a cell phone! When the guy next to us asked her what she was doing, she replied with "This is a rock show, get over it". Of course we muscled her outta there, plus I think she was afraid of me, which is funny cause she would have made three of me, and Shirley and her band rocked my socks.
Sunday: Went out to eat at a place called Captian's Quarters with my Mom, Pyrate, and his Mom. It was such a beautiful day, it this place is right on the river. It was around 80 degrees today. Later on I decided to take a trip to Wal-Mart to get some soft soap, and Jumbo cotton balls. Some creep old guy approched me..of course in the isle were the condoms and soap are located and told me he liked me chest. For a second I didn't know what to think, but I guess I should expect that if you have lots of designs on your chest.
Wow! Longest journal entry ever!!
Hmm...where to start?
Friday: Went and spent my gift card at the Mac Make-up counter and recived an awesome revolver purse from Maddy. Then I went to see my friends band, The Models We Frame, play. They were great, but some straight edge kid ran into me and gave me a pretty nice bruise on my elbow. Also I ran into Christehdork!
Saturday: I spent the morning sneaking shrimp and chocolate covered strawberries from the derby party that was going on upstairs. Loaded Fuzzy the Ipod up with some songs, and then when divineorgana showed up, and Pyrate fisnished fixing the TV, we left for Cinci. We made a pit stop at Acme Piercing Company, where the poked a hole through me. The guys there were great. They made feel really comfortable and relaxed. Soo...
Tada!
After that little adventure, we started out drive to the Madison Theater. Holy cow, was that crazy! Pyrate got us lost, and as we were driving in circles we stoped at a stop-sign were some "urbanite" was standing..with his pants down.
Pyrate: I don't know what he's but he's got his pants down
Me: and so is my window!
"Urbanite": Ey! Eyy!
As we were driving off..
Me: They're all gonna kill us!
Pyrate: And your window is still down!
Pan over to side-walk..a group of not so friendly looking guys.
We finally made back to KY and to the Madison Theater, were we found an awesome parking place, and stood in line for thirty minutes, then stood inside for an hour, putting up with a horrible white trash drunk guy. But I was two people away from the stage, so I didn't mind. A band called The Dead 60's played, and then we waited another thirty minutes. While waiting for Garbage to play, this fat bitch shoved her way though us, knocking the girl in front of me out of the way. Needless to say, all the people who had been there as long as I had were t.o.ed. Then the bitch gets this bright idea to send a text message to her friend that said "these people are assholes" in the biggest font I have ever seen on a cell phone! When the guy next to us asked her what she was doing, she replied with "This is a rock show, get over it". Of course we muscled her outta there, plus I think she was afraid of me, which is funny cause she would have made three of me, and Shirley and her band rocked my socks.
Sunday: Went out to eat at a place called Captian's Quarters with my Mom, Pyrate, and his Mom. It was such a beautiful day, it this place is right on the river. It was around 80 degrees today. Later on I decided to take a trip to Wal-Mart to get some soft soap, and Jumbo cotton balls. Some creep old guy approched me..of course in the isle were the condoms and soap are located and told me he liked me chest. For a second I didn't know what to think, but I guess I should expect that if you have lots of designs on your chest.
Wow! Longest journal entry ever!!
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Stoopud fat chicks at concerts that block your view..that's actually happened to me a few times.
I don't feel any diffrent..should I?
no, i guess not. i mean, not in a tangible sense. wait, no--i have not a clue of what i'm mumbling about... grr. i think i meant if you feel like 20 is a good age or something. some think it's a, uh, "useless" age (being in the limbo years between 18 and 21). beyond that, there's 25 (car rental) and not much else. i guess retirement at 65
what's the mac make-up counter? you don't mean "mac" as in mac-mac, do you?
which iPod did you end up getting?