yea, my body's sore from dancing in one spot to no doubt tunes.
bakersfield is fucking gay. i spy with my little eye: bro hoes invading rabobank. what the fuck is wrong with everyone?! showing up to a concert looking like you're about to go to the heist. the human race continues to surprise me. as much as i loved last nights lineup, i couldn't help but feel insanely aggravated at the weak crowd. security sucks. kicked us out when we were just trying to get a better view. watching the crowd from two floors up i kept thinking to myself:
damn i wish i was down there.
if only i was down there.
but then again, i would've spent over two hundred smackeroos just to stand around and bob my head. we got crazier in danielle's blue scion on the way to the concert compared to the people that paid a shitload for their top notch tickets. no crowd surfing. no nothing. bakersfield... what's wrong with you?!
people are idiots. it would've been a completely different environment if we ended up getting tickets to see no doubt in LA instead. for sure parking wouldn't have been as cheap in LA as it was in bakersfield, but idontcareeeee.
i hate it because i KNOW each and every blink concert is going to be held in huge stadiums. but that only inspires me to ask roxana and said to give me more hours, i have until may 27th, if i'm lucky, to try to pull together another hundred or so.
determined, oh so determined.
done bitching; off to hang out with christian.
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