Today was like Chinese food. Sweet and sour.
Sweet:
- Warped Tour was sold out, but through a series of seemingly innocent and random happenings, we end up finding a section of fence down behind a row of port-a-potties and got in anyway.
- I was proclaimed "most punk rock guy [at Warped Tour]" by the Street Dogs and another random band that one of the people I went with likes but I don't really know about. There will be an explanation for this later (wait and see, wait and see).
- Street Dogs, the Offspring, and Dropkick Murphys... fuck yeah.
- Offspring shirt with "Stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker" on the back. "Don't Get Emo" shirt.
- Oh God! The molestation! Eheheh... I was a literal chick magnet (see explanation for #2).
Sour:
- Because my boss is a king of dumbfuckery sometimes, it took me an hour to get my paycheck (thank God I deposited 2/3rds of it... see point #4 of the "sour" section).
- Oh God! The molestation! An unfortunate side effect of what made me such a chick magnet was that I also attracted rather disgusting guys. I have a whole new level of pity/respect for the women-folk now. On the other hand, it was kind of amusing.
- Moshing with a huge ass wound on your shoulder (long story short, I fell off my bike).
- I lost my wallet. With somewhere around $150 in it, as well as my driver's license, my school ID, my debit card (not too bad, at least I can freeze the account, but God knows I'm not getting that cash back), all my paycheck stubs for like... the last year.... and a few other things that are probably slipping my mind right about now.
- The security at Warped were assholes, and because I lost my wallet during the Dropkick set (the last set) I couldn't look for it at all because they almost literally threw us out on our asses the second Dropkick was over.
- IHOP makes my stomach cry emo tears.
What pisses me off the most was the wallet thing. I mean, I had that thing in my back pocket. When I want to get my wallet I have to struggle with it for 5 minutes and make a fool of myself because I look like I'm fondling my own ass. I go in a moshpit, though, and it pops out like fucking greased lightning. Also, if it wasn't for that one thing, today would have been the most awesome day in a long time. I even managed to get through a whole day of random moshing and such without fucking myself up too badly, which never happens*.
Idunno... so today was alright, but there's that one little thing stopping it from being totally fucking awesome. I know that probably one of three things is going to happen, too. My wallet got trampled and it'll either get trashed or looted then trashed; it got found and I'll get it back without the cash, debit card, et cetera in it; the staff found it and I'll have to jump through a billion hoops to get it back, but I may have some chance of getting it back with something of worth still in it. I have a strange feeling it's going to be #1 or #2. It made me feel so bad, too, because the people I went with were all being good friends and shit and paid for my food when we got dinner afterwards (I know, "how horrible"? Trust me, for me it is, for my own quirky reasons), so now I feel like a fucking burden and shit.
Anyway... kinda long entry, but whatever. Don't read it if it bothers you, fuckers.
*Last Warped Tour I got a black eye from getting kicked in the face, a pair of sunglasses broken from getting hit in the face and the shards of said sunglasses then jabbed into my hand. During the last Dropkick concert I went to I got up on stage only to have the speakers make me get ridiculously naseous and pass out for a few seconds. During the last Flogging Molly concert I went to I got my top-left canine tooth literally punched through my lip.
Sweet:
- Warped Tour was sold out, but through a series of seemingly innocent and random happenings, we end up finding a section of fence down behind a row of port-a-potties and got in anyway.
- I was proclaimed "most punk rock guy [at Warped Tour]" by the Street Dogs and another random band that one of the people I went with likes but I don't really know about. There will be an explanation for this later (wait and see, wait and see).
- Street Dogs, the Offspring, and Dropkick Murphys... fuck yeah.
- Offspring shirt with "Stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker" on the back. "Don't Get Emo" shirt.
- Oh God! The molestation! Eheheh... I was a literal chick magnet (see explanation for #2).
Sour:
- Because my boss is a king of dumbfuckery sometimes, it took me an hour to get my paycheck (thank God I deposited 2/3rds of it... see point #4 of the "sour" section).
- Oh God! The molestation! An unfortunate side effect of what made me such a chick magnet was that I also attracted rather disgusting guys. I have a whole new level of pity/respect for the women-folk now. On the other hand, it was kind of amusing.
- Moshing with a huge ass wound on your shoulder (long story short, I fell off my bike).
- I lost my wallet. With somewhere around $150 in it, as well as my driver's license, my school ID, my debit card (not too bad, at least I can freeze the account, but God knows I'm not getting that cash back), all my paycheck stubs for like... the last year.... and a few other things that are probably slipping my mind right about now.
- The security at Warped were assholes, and because I lost my wallet during the Dropkick set (the last set) I couldn't look for it at all because they almost literally threw us out on our asses the second Dropkick was over.
- IHOP makes my stomach cry emo tears.
What pisses me off the most was the wallet thing. I mean, I had that thing in my back pocket. When I want to get my wallet I have to struggle with it for 5 minutes and make a fool of myself because I look like I'm fondling my own ass. I go in a moshpit, though, and it pops out like fucking greased lightning. Also, if it wasn't for that one thing, today would have been the most awesome day in a long time. I even managed to get through a whole day of random moshing and such without fucking myself up too badly, which never happens*.
Idunno... so today was alright, but there's that one little thing stopping it from being totally fucking awesome. I know that probably one of three things is going to happen, too. My wallet got trampled and it'll either get trashed or looted then trashed; it got found and I'll get it back without the cash, debit card, et cetera in it; the staff found it and I'll have to jump through a billion hoops to get it back, but I may have some chance of getting it back with something of worth still in it. I have a strange feeling it's going to be #1 or #2. It made me feel so bad, too, because the people I went with were all being good friends and shit and paid for my food when we got dinner afterwards (I know, "how horrible"? Trust me, for me it is, for my own quirky reasons), so now I feel like a fucking burden and shit.
Anyway... kinda long entry, but whatever. Don't read it if it bothers you, fuckers.
*Last Warped Tour I got a black eye from getting kicked in the face, a pair of sunglasses broken from getting hit in the face and the shards of said sunglasses then jabbed into my hand. During the last Dropkick concert I went to I got up on stage only to have the speakers make me get ridiculously naseous and pass out for a few seconds. During the last Flogging Molly concert I went to I got my top-left canine tooth literally punched through my lip.
it sucks that your wallet is m.i.a.
but it's good that you had an awesome time.
i'm going to miss warped tour this year...it'll be here on the 15th. damn work!
(my definition of shady is quite extensive. here it goes...
-swearing he's still interested, but never calls, or never returns calls. and then when i'm around him, he answer every fucking goddamn phone call he receives AND calls people back.
-repeatedly asking if he's still interested, and then he replies "yes" but with an annoyed tone.
-gives me a 'what the hell are you doing here?' look if i randomly show up to give him foodstuffs or just for a surprise.
-upon arrival of the surprise visit...asking me if i thought i was going to catch him in something...which i had never even thought about...until he brought it up, which says to me that something is indeed up.
-not getting his stories straight.
i'm going to stop for now. my blood pressure just elevated, and i now feel the need to tear some shit up.)
foodservice workers...represent.
also, IM me sometime...shootemdeadBANG on AIM.