Sat 28 Mar – Tragedy, Autistic Youth, Nerveskade, Salted city

THIS SHIT WAS FUCKING GAY. TRAGEDY CANCELED. DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO STAY TO SEE AUTISTIC YOUTH BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS SO FUCKING RETARDED.
THANK YOU, TRY HARD FASHION PUNKS, THANK YOU FOR RUINING EVERYTHING & BEING TOTALLY RETARDED.

today is elijah's birthday. happy birthday, nephew. i know i wont talk to you.

so now i'm 18 years old. i can travel across the country for shows without having to say anything to anyone. thats pretty kewl.

on my birthday, the dearest fellows from kidcrash played me parrots just dont understand upon request. i will never forget how alex called my mother a rhino.

im not really living with my family now, i havent for a little over a week. my popo lalo & dad are coming from texas today. i miss my dog more than anything. i also…

comadre was boring

phoenix bodies was dope, i guess. the first night i saw them, thomas (for sure, i'm not sure about the other guy) got naked and pissed in a bottle & drank it. i ain't tryna hear that shit, i think it's whack. but saturday was not as gross (i don't mind teh skreemo peen - he's hung frrlz) as the night before, it was more fun. they're all really nice guys. the crowd was fucking RETARDED and not in the good way. FUCK FAT KIDS.

la quiete was INSANE. they're so nice. i am going to marry…

i cannot wait for tomorrow. i can't wait for saturday. this weekend is going to be awesome. 20 hours of driving sucks, but i dealt with it a couple weeks ago so i can deal with it again. i am really excited. which is weird, because i'm never excited about anything! (for the most part.)

i was trying to explain to my mom how awesome this is going to be. she didn't get it. i had to whip out the saetia reference because that's basically one of the only bands she knows of that's like that.

so prettymuch i'm stoked…

MY NEW FAVORITE ALBUM:
http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/130x130/3794016.jpg
britney spears - blackout

GRINDING MY MOTHERFUCKING GEARZZZZ.

I JUST LISTENED TO 5 HOURS OF MUSIC & NONE OF IT SCROBBLED.

FUCK. YOU. LAST.FM. FUCKYOU. FUCK YOUUUUUU. MY OCD IS ACTING UP. FUCK YOU BABY JESUS. PUNISHMENT FOR BEING ATHEIST.

in my last journal entry i mentioned that i wanted to regain my love for music this year, at the very least. i realized that it might not happen, so i merely hoped for it.

it happened.

last week i saw converge (with a bunch of pretty lame bands, thank god i didn't see them all) and it basically changed my entire perspective on things.

i am really grateful i was there to experience something like that, and i'll always try to experience that type of catharsis at every show i attend. it really was invigorating. it reminded me why…

happy new year!

i want to fall in love with music again this year. last year was really bad & kindof traumatic, it left me with a huge hole that music couldn't fill like it used to be able to. i want to regain that ability with this year.

and i don't know why it's saying it's the 12th, 40 past midnight. uhm, where i live it's almost 5 pm, on the 11th. FAGETS.

holy cow, & i do believe Afin de tromper l'ennui by Celeste was my 20,000th track on last.fm. that's a lot of songs.

fuck my life.

i hate music
music is gay
fuck music
fuck it all

you are all stupid

in rainbows.
In Love.

link

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Update:
I cannot stop listening to this album.