that feel when a band you like announces a tour and you look at the dates and none of them are in your city

That feel when no band that you like never comes to your state.

Wiz Khalifa is coming to Maine lol.

 

haha what, gallows is coming to maine. not sure why, of the few bands coming to maine, a british punk band would come. but i'd go if i were you.

Lots of bands come by where I live.

 

nvm gallows isnt coming to maine anyways

 

have you been to any concerts, killered?

Yes

including...?

Well, I usually go see unknown local artists, but I did see Rise Against a while ago. (Lucky I live near Niagara Falls - lots of bands go there)

only band i might want to see that's coming soon is opeth. i dunno. probably not. meh.

inb4youdedcidenottoseethem.

wow nevermind opeth is bad, why did i think they were good.

Because you're a pie. Pies don't think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPQOQsLUW60&feature=aso

 

L.

O.

Freaking.

L.

>go to register for the selective service

>You already registered

 

okay.

ok

I think I'm gonna to a walk to the store.

986 whut whut!

 

Also, I had a nice dream last night where I was super angry at my friend for being a lying whorebag, and the best part was when I woke up breathing heavily from being mad RIGHT NEXT TO HER. it was cool, short time later she woke up from storms and I almost told her what it was but I was like meh

 

It's okay though, I didn't dream about her killing me or anything, I've killed her in her dreams and she's woken up next to me, that's awkward. I've killed her by stabbing her in the chest (for her saying I had huge boobs) and by swinging some kind of weapon at her face after deceiving her in a mind game along with all the other neighbors (right after I told her we should go chill and have some beers).

Last couple nights we've been sitting out in the street and chilling, last night we walked up to the sketchy gas station at 10 with my brother, where he bought us teas. When we got back, we found our 20 year old buddy. We sat in the street for a bit, finished off the rest of my graduation cake, an then got the 20 year old to take us to McDonald's. The night before, we walked around a bunch, broke plastic spoons in the road, planted a flower in the hole to open a manhole (the word manhole makes me giggle), let my dog run loose until my little sister got angry and caught him, and threw coins. What a life, I know.

I've never had a dream where I killed anyone.

Your life is average.

Also, on Saturday I slapped a 9 year old in the arm, apparently leaving a nice red mark. I told her if she hit me again I'd get her back; her dad's rule is that if someone hits you, you can hit them back twice as hard. I typically don't do anything to the 9 year old, but I wasn't in the greatest mood and I had warned her. After I got up to hit her, she ran into the bathroom and I called her a [kitty], which highly amused my friend because that word really isn't part of my vocabulary. After I got the 9 yr old back, she spat on me and threatened to throw a toy train car thing at me (one big enough to ride on, it was a struggle for her to hold it over her head). We were laughing at her and she ran outside crying to her dad, telling him that I threatened her with the train, she didn't spit on me, I called her dumb, blah blah blah lies an inserting words into my mouth. It was great. I didn't get in any trouble, brat deserved it.

>mfw im drinking milk and not pepsi