NO, this is Story Of The Year.
4 years ago I accidentally saw Story of The Year live in person and somehow it happened again this past Sunday. I remember Story of The Year being a lame rock band that had cheesy rock songs and cheesy rock ballads...little did I know they would evolve into such a talented hardcore band....huh?
Go Cardinals?
My year so far has been slightly confusing, a little disappointing but mostly predictably.
Ha, sounds like someone I used to know.
I recently participated in an outdoor festival of the arts. Also known as Vans Warped Tour.
After hours in the sun and hours of perspiring and loads of complaining I realized I am to old for shit like that.
My first clue should have been the noticeable absence of my peers. The people engulfing my personal space were like something I have never seen before. Whores, drug addicts, sluts, posers, Gothic, emo, diseased. STDed, disformed, shameless, and so much more....all before they turned 16. I did not know if I should be impressed or concerned for the future.
My main concern of the day was the chronic acne. It was like some people had a horror movie living on their faces. It looked like a village of puss huts were being built right in front of my eyes...right below their eyes. The thought of it make me shudder.
ProActive Warped Tour Summer 2009!
Please God someone help these kids....They are gross.
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