I never gave a damn about the weather

As in, I don't care that it's raining today because I just picked up Warped tickets and Manchester Orchestra tickets. So, I now need to book days off. This should be fun.

Speaking of fun, I don't think I'm going to be able to go camping in two weeks because I didn't book the days off in time for them. Shit. Oh well. Camping isn't my idea of an awesome time, but I can think of worse things to do.

Wow. The day has gone fast. I'll see you on the flipside.

The years of playing catch up have finally caught up to me

Obligatory post-Warped Tour update:

Thank God for:

1 - Cool breezes
2 - Merch guys not being allowed to charge extra for the musk
3 - Brickbreaker
4 - Hip(ster) flasks
5 - Skills
6 - Roommates with wine
7 - The best line-up since '05? '06? '07 was a dud.

I'm not nearly as sunburned as I thought I would be and except for a little bit on my face, I'm actually not sunburned at all.

I copied down the setlists that I cared about and maybe I'll figure out the ones I care about now. Best part? Someone being too busy shittalking to play their set. Oops, oh well, the kid wasn't in on the joke anyway.

Sorry, guys, you can't afford me.

I'd like to do the last 24 hours over and over again, even if it means going to bed with a hangover again and again. Maybe one day I'd get it completely right. Practice makes perfect.