My life is a big silent scream.. out of elation or frustration, sadness, excitement, confusion mostly.

Rothbury 2009!

A festival about the music and somewhat about how many drugs you can take at once while still functioning. I'm done with that.

I've learned: Never take too much acid again, stop talking shit about the ex bc he's still a nice guy, hippie music isn't that bad, I can drive for 13 hours straight, flogging molly is the shit live, my body rejects caffeine pills after a while, hippies are not attractive, molly is awesome, traffic sucks, i'm not immune to sunburn, i'm entirely too privelidged to be able to see the dead live and be too spaced to care, I don't completely understand the attraction to nitrous, I love fireworks, but mostly it's about the people you go with that makes the experience worthwhile.

My phone is broken. I want to call someone and tell him it was nice to see him, but I don't think I would have all that much to say and I can't call  anyway so fuck it, I guess I'll listen to music and attempt to read but this book is too boring, they say it's a classic, but whatever, just because it's familiar doesn't mean it's good.