They're everywhere.

Someone screwed up about half past the night. Wish I'd been up, I could've had a blast and then run, but I know now there's that one person everyone has... that messed them up and they're still thinking about them. They're everywhere, they're everywhere.

Between the booze, Bob goes go out and have fun. Now nodding off, I know I should've listened to him, but I know now that I'm not half as bad as I thought. It's everyone and I feel better knowing that we're everywhere, we're everywhere, we're everywhere...
we're everywhere.

THE REAL WORLD: North Cacalacki babyyyy

20 strangers.

Picked to live in a cabin.

To party together.

And have their weekend taped.

To find out what happens.

When people start getting drunk.

And REAL FUCKED UP.

THE. REAL. WORLD.

North Cacalacki, babyyyyy.

Man, what an amazing weekend.

Wish I could go back.

Everyone got along so well.
I love my friends. :)

Dark night, hold tight.

I guarantee that at this rate my hearing will surely cease to exist by the time I'm 30.
I need to start buying earplugs when I go to concerts, but honestly would I ever do it? Probably not.
To hear the snares and bass beating against my chest, it's the only way I can connect to my inner well-being... but I would probably need to take it easy a bit though.

These past couple of months I've seen:
Lydia, All the Day Holiday, Blink-182, Emarosa, DGD, Tides of Man, Closure in Moscow, Senses Fail, The Fall of Troy, The Dear Hunter, Thursday, Brand New, As Tall As Lions, Mute Math....
and a few others...

I love my life. I couldn't imagine life without music.
At all.

Sorry this entry had no specific meaning to it, but I had to write about something...
It's been awhile, blog. Thought we'd catch up.