Which is awful and hard and ridiculous.
It's ridiculous that it's this hard to walk like a normal person.
But I have to start because it kills my shoes and my jeans. The backs break open inside the shoe so there's big holes and the bottoms get worn off of the backs like my jeans. Then my sister looks at them and says we have to go shopping and I totally don't like clothes shopping cause people make me try things on.
So, less dragging feet = less damage to shoes and jeans which also = less time in an awkward dressing room while there are people outside waiting to critique me.
But I feel like everyone is watching me walk like I'm this weird awkward weirdo.
It took me two minutes to come up with another word that could come after 'awkward' and got nothing. So W.A.W. it is. I like it.
But I can change. I am right now - eating eggs and toast for supper, I used to hate eggs. I still do. But I'm eating them anyway. Maybe it's just cheesy eggs that I can't eat. But that's because I don't like cheese. But I do like cheese.
Crap.
Are you following any of this?
Does that mean I have to give you the speech? I did say there was a speech attached to that one in my first post. See My Life in Closed Captions: *Insert Clever Title Here*
I could go on for probably half an hour because that's the length of my average ramble so I'll give you the short version.
I like cheese but I don't like cheese.
Melted cheese is disgusting but I love grilled cheese sandwiches.
But only if they're dipped in tomato soup.
I like regular cheese on like crackers and stuff so maybe it's just the melted that gets to me. It's like goo. I don't like cheesy eggs but that's probably because I don't like eggs... Which apparently now I do.
But I really don't.
Only if they're with toast.
Or like in a cake or something.
Like that Guy dude from the Food Network.
That's the short version, I'll stop there.
I'm also mourning the loss of my awesome black Warped bag.
The strap broke so it's been bring-your-backpack-to-work day. And probably will be again tomorrow.
I don't do purses. No. Messenger bag all the way. I've had it since '05. I got it in Denver at Warped Tour. My oldest sister says that no matter if she sews it it will bust again. So I'll send it home with Mom to have her look at it.
6 years man.
That's a serious relationship.
I can't just give up on it completely and jump in with a new bag. That's not right.
So, in honor of the bag's memory and possible reinstatement if fixable I'm posting this picture.
Commemorating its origin and the fun I had with my friends while hanging out with cute drummers, getting overloaded with free stuff, and listening to Billy Idol (yes I saw him live), My Chemical Romance (yes I saw them live), Hawthorne Heights, Simple Plan and the whole reason I got the bag - MXPX - which was branded awesomely on the cover.
I don't want to get emotional.
*fake tears*
It was just a bag.
It was just a bag.
But really, it wasn't just a bag. I still have the stuff I got from Warped in the back pocket - stickers, flyers, even a map of Denver for a certain friend who got lost on the way of meeting me there.
That is definitely on my list of favorite things I've ever done.
That'd be an interesting blog post - favorite life moments...hmmmm...later maybe.
Anyway, I love MXPX. "Panic" is their best cd - in my mind anyway. "Wrecking Hotel Rooms" was in my ipod on repeat for months. The lyrics to the verses are ridiculous but the chorus is awesome and has a good melody - which is the epitamy of punk rock really. The lyrics don't make sense but it sounds cool. So you go with it. Haha.
They have a website...ooo, I see new merchandise in my future. Maybe a new bag. It won't be the same but it will have to do.
Aaaannnd she's out. For the night. More tomorrow, have a good one.
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