sicka

Oh man, last night was so much fun. I forgot how much I love to dance at hardcore shows. I tore it up. I find it interesting, as ever since I've been dancing kids who I thought hated me have this new found respect for me. Two kids, one of which I haven't talked to since I've been out of high school, were especially nice. They were the one who made me say to myself "Stop being a pussy and saying you're tired because you know you love to dance."

It was awesome. I get so fucking clear afterwards. My mind is at it's sharpest. I couldn't get to sleep right away. Shawn mule kicked me in the stomach. It was funny. I feel bad when I hit people accidentally. Like, last night I know I kicked someone and I totally punched this kid, Bart.

Shawn, of the Altoona Kill Team, told me to buy this one hat he has because he didn't want "anyone lame wearing it" which was kinda nice of him I think. Yeah, there is an Altoona Kill Team, which amuses me a bit.

I think I'm going to quit smoking for good.

What the fucking hell. My ex just left me this:
"Just wanted to say hi, my computer is going to be out of commission until like tuesday, so i won't get to talk to you:-(, you're welcome to call me though, my number is [insert ten numbers here]...byebye." After we haven't talked for like 3 months because I found out he had a girl the whole time he was telling me he "still wanted to be part of my life." Guys are scumbags. I'm going to slit his throat.

Anyway, Life In Your Way is playing this Sunday. I will be bringing the mosh there as well.

kisses!
xxx