god, i freakin suck!
i’m listening to… a wilhelm scream and hong kong six. whatevers.
9:08 am — woke up in the morning and then drove to brett [buchholtz] [pwn]’s place in ellensburg. got lost there as usual but somehow managed to find his house. FUCK MAPQUEST. they always give me fucked up directions to his house. -__-
crammed myself into matt [buchholtz] [stretch]’s car, and we had to pile sleeping bags and stuff on top of ourselves hah. then we met up with the rest of the hoes @ rite-aid, and i got into brett [murphy] [weezy] & lindsey’s car. la la la. drove to the gorge and there was like no one there yet. this was around 11:30 to 12. i thought it had started @ 12, but we actually had perfect timing. as usual, the parking people told us to park somewhere, so we’d say OK and then wait a minute (or in this case 20 seconds) and then drive to another campsite, and proceed to take up about four-cars-worth of space to set up our tent in and shit.
then we went to the show just in time for the first acts, pretty much.
senses fail was the opening act on the main stage. the lead singer was like, “so everyone went out and got all punked out for warped tour, right? i know i did!!” and we were all like, “my god, what an idiot…”
there was honestly no one really worth mentioning except for armor for sleep. they were GREAT. i happened to see josh and cynthia (who flaked on going with me in the morning) @ armor, and that was cool. ARMOR IS SO GOOD. they’re so much better live than i had thought.
who else… this providence was kind of disappointing. the singer is SO very fruity. he’s a good-looking guy, but he’s like 17 (even though he’s like 20, 21). he’s… so fruity. my god. too fruity for me = fruity as fuck. i’ll bet most of their fans are girls. they’re a good-looking bunch of guys.
me and trask interviewed riley and teppei of thrice… it was kind of a last minute thing because their interview was going on when i found the press tent (wewps, they had different directions this year). they are alright guys, but you can tell they kind of think their music is the shit.
reggie & the full effect was pretty freakin great. james is a funny old man. they were wearing matching american eagle shirts. yeahhh.
my chemical romance’s lead singer gerard looks like a girl… however awesome he is. it’s not talking shit; it’s talking truths. when i went back to the press tent, i saw frank from mcr (who i interviewed last year), and he kept staring at me and smiling while he was talking to this other dude… so i should have waved or something! but i didn’t cause i’m stupid and shy. :[ and i didn’t want to ‘interupt’ his conversation, although he obviously wasn’t that engaged. nOoOoooOo!! i’m so mad at myself lol. -__- that bugged me for the rest of the day (i was going to talk to him when i went back, but he wasn’t around anymore T__T)… and now it’s bothering me again since i brought it up, grr.
interviewed two other guys from MCR with a lady from AMP magazine at around 7, and it was a weird group interview, and there were like 4 people in the room who were just there to watch and had nothing to do with the interview at all. i’m sure they were disappointed because the two people who came weren’t gerard and frank lol. mcr is too big now, it’s good and all but damnit, i wanted gerard and frank! 
redefine will get some credit in AMP for this, though, so that is fucking AWESOME.
night time was umm crazay! a lot of stuff happened, a lot of probably which i have forgotten, but i will try to remember. we had to wait around in the freezing cold for a long time because stretch (who had car keys) stayed around til the end (around 1030) and we left around 8-ish. to my stupidity, though, my stuff was actually in weezy’s car lol. so i froze for two hours for nothing!! anyway. shit. uhh. got drunk. lots of people asked for weed. weezy kept saying, “my wrist is broken. it’s limp. my hand is broken, it’s limp. my finger is broken, it’s limp. my arm is broken, it’s limp.” i forget why, though. crowd management services (CMS) kept walking around too, and they were being all stealthy and shit. some people were setting off fireworks, and they totally were like hiding behind cars and running out of nowhere to catch the people haha. their fault for setting off like eight fireworks in broad daylight. they also took all of the alcohol of some underage kids, and later caught us smoking weed with a random group of people (but luckily they didn’t care because no one had any on them, and they were just like, “we don’t care what you do in your tents, but try not to do anything out here.”) anyway, so the whole night everyone in our group kept shouting out, “CMS!!” or at some points, “INS!!!”
went to walk around a bunch of times. with different people. first time was with zach, pwn, weezy, and trask. we climbed up on this trailer and weezy jumped off and owned his heel LMAO.
so we were walkng back, and somehow we lost zach but he found his way back later. weezy was like, “my heel is broken.” lol. and then he just left after that. then me, zach, pwny, and matt [zach’s friend, i don’t know his last name] went out… and that was fun!!! met some dudes who smoked us out and one of us made us listen to his music… we totally could have stayed around for longer but zach wanted to go back because the weed + alcohol was not doing him good lol. pwny smoked out for the first time. it was my first time in like, god, at least a year and a half or something. but it was good, cause weed is always good with other things - usually OK by itself. met some kids who kept saying they needed some coke because they were too trashed and couldn’t stay up otherwise. the one who was relatively sober was like a giant drag queen or something, but whatever. more power.
went back and then went out again with lindsey and pwny. i had this random idea to go up to random people and be like, “WOW ____, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG!!!” and it’s funny, cause people are like, “oh yeah! i know!!! how are you doing!?” hahaha it’s fuckin funny. me and lindsey went, so pwny went up to this girl and was like, “HI AMY!!” and she didn’t even turn around lol >__< me and lindsey were like dying of laughter on the floor. went back to the potheads, and they had lost their keys and gotten their alcohol stolen. i guess a lot of people had their alcohol stolen. which sucks.
umm don’t remember what else happened. went back again and went back out with pwny… and uhh. met more random bitches. these people were trying to get everyone to sit down in the middle of the road, but that pretty much failed. some girl in the group was on shrooms. lol. and then some guy came to harass her, and she ran away. lucky spokane people! so easy to get shrooms!!!! >__<
when we were going to sleep some guy was threatening to kill himself because his girlfriend cheated on him or his girlfriend thought he cheated on her or something. and his friend was saying, “dont do it,” blahblahblah. cept later his girlfriend came by and was like, “i don’t care, kill yourself, you’re better off that way.” it was weird. the guy was bawling.
weezy passed out on the ground the whole night and i guess pwny had an escapade in a basketball court til 6am or something (when i was the only one awake, arrrrrghhhh). i woke up mad early and sat around for like half an hour talking to random neighbors and hoping someone would wake up. talked with the guy who was telling his friend not to commit suicide and that was um interesting. and some guy who said he drank a whole bottle of jack daniel’s. lol. man i dunno. then i went back to sleep cause there was no sign of anyone waking up.
we left and weezy’s sister whitney has FUCKED UP friends. she got dropped off at warped and then her friends took her car back to the show, and drove it to a campsite adn shit, leaving her behind. fucked up shit. friends like that, jeez. so we spent like a half hour trying to find her car and shit, so i was put into zach’s car while they looked for it some more (it wasn’t at the campgrounds we looked in initially, and her phone was dead, so she couldn’t call people), and so that weezy could yell @ her.
ate lunch at a restaurant like we did last year, and the combination between warped tour people and sunday parishoners was funry. 
god, i’m sick of writing in journals. i’m sure i’ll think of plenty more.