march 30th

we are on the last night of the run in texas. it started with a 12 hour drive from florida...it sucked. i couldn't feel my legs after 8 hours and i felt like i was losing my mind ha. we got to texas and ended up in a creepy hotel..creepy because i didn't see any other guests in the 2 nights we spent there and also because everytime i stepped outside there was a police car sat outside..weird.

valencia's van broke down in florida so we had shane ride with us for a few days. it's always a good time when shane is around, he's a heavy drinker and clever thinking. a good combination. so he stayed with us for 2 nights while the van got fixed. the 2nd night he got hammered drunk. to be expected and sure to be continued.

we are now in dallas and apparently there are hurricane warnings so there isn't many kids at the show yet. its kinda weird. so i'm here talking to my friend jess online. reading some stuff, listening to hey mercedes over the pa. its a good time.

dream update:

dream number 1. spiderman attacked me, even though i told him i was a nice guy. he refused to listen and as he was about to kill me. i woke up freaking out...fuck you spiderman.

dream number 2. i dreamt we were at the venue we played earlier in the night, but for some reason i didn't load the merch in the trailer..so i got out and loaded. but it was mad heavy so this old dude helped me. it turned out it was tyson ritter's dad. he plays in all american rejects...so we loaded the merch and he told me stories about his crazy son..i woke up convinced it all really happened.

yes i am retarded.

jams:

hey mercedes

oliver