Warped Tour

I attended the Van's Warped Tour July 20 in Indianapolis. I mainly went to see The Offspring. Fall Out Boy was my secondary interest. The Lees and I went over to the place to get some programs. I saw Millencolin in the program, and it got me really excited. If you had asked me five years ago if I thought I would ever get to see Millencolin in live life, I would say that there would have been about a three percent chance. Well, I looked up at the band schedule to find that they weren't really there. That became my secondary sadness from bands not being there. My primary sadness was Bad Religion, who had been there the previous year, when I didn't go. The first band I saw was My Chemical Romance. I had never really liked them in the past, but I really gained a liking for them after seeing them in concert. I almost bought their CD at Karma today. I think Roses are Red were there somewheres, but I missed out on that. I bought an Offspring t-shirt. I saw Fall Out Boy and realized that they were my new favorite band.

My new list of favorite Bands:
1. Bad Religion
2. The Offspring
3. Millencolin
4. Fall Out Boy

I drank a bunch of water before heading over to Mike stage to see The Offspring. Eric Byrer was sitting in the shade and I discussed the Fall Out Boy show with him. I told him where I was going, and then we went our separate ways. I passed the Fall Out Boy place and reminded myself to buy a Fall Out Boy shirt when The Offspring were done playing. I got there while Dropkick Murphys, I believe, were on stage. I liked it. Then when they were done, I ran right up to the front. I stood there forever before they came out. I was frying pretty good in the sun. Yes. I quickly became dehydrated. I thought I might pass out before they came out. But then they came out, and everyone pushed forward until everyone was suffocating. There was a guy somewhere near me that kept shouting "Rich mother-fucker!" When they started playing, I thought the guy behind me was humping me in the ass, but I decided that it must have just seemed that way since we were all packed so tightly together. I later started to think about how the place where he was humping me was the same place I keep my wallet. I checked my back pocket, and surely enough, it was gone. All I was really worried about never seeing again was a certain possibly irreplaceable picture. You guys have no idea how much I love that cross country picture. I turned around and almost punched the new guy behind right in the face, because he should have done something about it. Later on in the show, I stepped on something. It was a wallet. I picked it up and opened it. It was my wallet. Everything was in it except my $35, so I shrugged it off. A few minutes later, I saw a bunch of people picking up wallets and cards and stuff that were scattered all over the ground. I spent the rest of the time yelling and moshing. This one guy in the mosh pit looked really angry. I kept running into him, and knocking him into this one chick. It was fun, but I had to stop, because I felt so weak. I had trouble catching my breath after that. I stopped jumping around and looked for a way out. I didn't see one, so I started jumping and yelling again. Then Noodles threw his water out to someone. Then Dexter pulled a fire hose almost out of nowhere and started spraying it at everybody. Then they started playing again. Then I started feeling very light-headed, and everything sounded very loud. Dexter was talking about something after that one song, and his voice seemed to be splitting my head in two. I hoped they were done, but they started playing again. It felt like they had been playing for an hour. I wanted to surf on over to the security guards so I could go find some water, but I didn't have the energy for it. When they finished that song, they said goodbye, and the crowd became loose again. Atom broke his drum sticks and threw them out into the crowd. One went to a person right in the very front. He hit it up in the air, and it flew right to me. A bunch of people around me jumped in the air to try to grab it. The guy to my left tapped it when it was about three inches away from my hand, knocking far away. I turned around and took off in a very quick pace. Everyone was shouting for The Offspring to come back out. I knew they wouldn't come back out, and was relived when I heard all the Awwws and the Jenna awwws. I quickly walked by the Fall Out Boy stand and thought about how I would no longer be able to purchase a shirt. I continued my trek to the drinking water fountains. I looked down at my feet to see the dirty mess. I was covered in my and had the sweat of about fifty people all over me. When I got to my destination, I was relieved to see there would be a long wait for water. I almost passed out about five times, but I made it and drank about a gallon of water. I then went over to sit in the shade. There was a young couple there. The guy was on the phone with his mom, talking about how his wallet had been stolen at the Fall Out Boy show. I kept feeling worse and worse. I eventually got up and drank another gallon of water. Then I walked over to this one place and leaned over and set my head on a metal bar, and this guy there told me of a sprinkler close by. I thanked him and walked to it. It was very refreshing, but didn't help my light-headedness. I walked back over to my area where I found some Hills and an Evens. This was the part where I fell down. I was there for a while, and then I set out to find the Lees and Luke. I passed Justin and Eric and those guys, and they told me the Lees were looking for me. I went over to the one stage where Fall Out Boy had been, but they weren't there. Billy Idol was about to go on, so I waited. I saw Ben and Ross Green. They were with my twin, Blayr. I talked to them for a bit. After ten minutes, I changed my mind about watching Billy Idol. I went back around, and didn't find the Lees. Then I headed by Mike stage, and I saw Luke in the distance. I sped up and saw that the Lees were indeed with him. I got really close and ran up rill fast. Josh Lee was the first one to realize that I was walking right behind them. Everyone else noticed once he started screaming. We went over to see Senses Fail. This was the last time I saw the Justin/Eric group. Sho and Seth Berger were also at this one. I had actually seen them a lot throughout the day. When that was over, we went over to see Avenged Sevenfold. The Transplants came out instead. They pretty much suck. Clinton came to this one. As did Ross and Ashley Morrow and Truck Hogan. There were some people there giving free high fives. I didn't have enough money though, on account of it being stolen. When the Transplants were done, we waited for Avenged to come out. They took too long, so we left to beat the crowd. Josh got in the wrong lane, and we had to turn around. We went to Stake 'n' Shake. I kept talking about Jon's mom. I told Luke about his brother. He disagreed. I took my drink and left. I went home and told my dad what happened. Then I did some things. Then I think I went to bed.






That was a lot. I started writing this one at 10:16.

Karma Po-lice

Well, I went into my room to unhook my internets, and I noticed the CPU was on top of the 2wire mini modem thing, and it was hot. All I did was move that guy out, and then the phone worked. I called Stefan, and he and Dane was on they way o'er here. They got here, and then I drove ourselves over to Karma. The first thing I bought was a roller for cigarettes. Cigarettes are female cigars. That means if a guy smokes cigarettes, he's a pussy. After that, I saw Justin Schmitt and bought three Fall Out Boy CD's. (Is that right? I don't remember all of the apostrophe rules.) I eventually made my way back home, where I tried to call Audrey. That didn't work out so well. I guess she doesn't like to have her phone out at the golf places, where she works all day and night--give someone else a chonce. I listened to my new Fall Out Boy disks while I got on the internets and bought two Fall Out Boy CD's, an Offspring dual-disc, and an Offspring DVD. Then I purchased the Fall Out Boy fanclub kit thing. Then my dad came home and then we got some pizza. And then I watched "That 70's Shit." I am very tired. UPN is addictive.

Kylie and Ashley double-you came over here yesterday. I gave Kylie her card and birthday present. I got them right before they came over. They laughed pretty hard at the card and the gifts. Then we all went into my room to watch Kinsey on DVD. Then they left. I drew a smiley face on my penis and went with my brother to get some physicals. We got to the doctor place and we kept punching each other in the face. The nurse was freaking out about it, but we just laughed. I read the whole eye chart with my right eye. It took about ten minutes to do it. My brother and I were laughing the whole time, and when I did read it, it was with my left eye, clearly looking between my fingers. I also peed on my hand and on the floor, just like I did at school that one time when I was taking a drug test. We went to McDonald's after the facts, and I think that's about all I did that day.

Nick Haehl

I went to bed at 10 p.m. yesterdays. I wanted to sleep until about 10 a.m. today. I over-shot my goal by about five hours. I woke up a little after 3 p.m. That makes it about 17 hours of sleep, which beats my old record of 14.5 hours a couple of weeks ago. It was hard for me to stand up when I got out of bed, and I was out of breath by the time I got to my parents' computer. I kept ending up back in my bed as my brother kept playing Soul Asylum on my computer. He finally stopped that shit and started playing something stupid (that's what he usually listens to--Britney Spears or something), and I was able to eat my Little Debbie Fudge Brownies. I started writing this blog at about 3:48. It is now 4:34, and I'm listening to "Save Me" by Unwritten Law. You see, I slept for 17 hours, and I'm now having trouble sitting still. I keep getting up and jumping around. That's about why it's taking me so long to do this.

I was supposed to call Stefan when I got up so we could watch Seven together. I just realized I have the ability to change the color of my text. I also need to call Audrey Brown to tell her. The problem is, the phone says the line is already in use, and the phone just makes a farting sound when you pick it up. We first had this problem when I got internet capabilities in my room. I think my internet might be the reason for this interference, even though it's not supposed to be doing that shit to me. If I had my cell phone, this wouldn't be such a big deal, but I never called that cell phone place back, and now it seems I never will. Oh well. This sentence is blue.

P.S. I really like Soul Asylum. If I still had that link about their bass guy dying, I would put it in here. But I don't have it, so you'll never see it.

Happy Birthday, Khun't

My good friend, Kylie Dickmann, is 18 years of age yesterday.

Congradulations on that, you guys.

Super Mario Bitches

I'm gonna do the Nintendo one first.

It's like this:
I was asleep in my bed one day when Kylie called me on the telephone. She asked me if I wanted to go fishing with her and Alex Miller. I agreed. I got up, put some clothes on, left with Kylie and Alex in Alex's big sexy truck, went to Trista's house to retrieve her Will, went to the cemetery, fished with my penis, took Will home, and then Alex took Kylie and me back to my house. We were gonna go swimming at her house, but after reading the newspaper, she decided she would rather play Nintendo. So I hooked up the NES, and we spent countless hours playing Super Mario Bros. 3. I pretty much kicked ass, and Kylie just kept fucking up and dying. We did the battle thing a lot, and I always came out on top in that as well. Ashley suddenly appeared, and the three of us went to McDonald's for some food. After they left, I went to (nothing) to purchase some diapers and a bag of chips. I went home to get my directions to Dr. Duran's house, and my brother was listening to some "Scars" by Papa Roach in our room. I ran back out to the car, expecting "Scars" to still be on when I fired it up. Then I realized that my brother was simply listening to an mp3 on the computer and the radio couldn't possibly be picking it up. But when I started the car and the radio came on, guess what was on. I went there, talked to some people, and then left. I left because I wanted to get some sleep before going into work for twelve hours. I got in bed and couldn't get there. The end.

Table of Cuntents

I was going to do some things today/night, but I put it off a bunch, and now I'm too tired to do it. So let's make a list of things I need to blog about.

1. Warped
2. Kylie
3. Nintendo
4. Stephanie
5. Dreams
Not 5. I need to finish that one post.
6. I'm tired--leave me alone.

Nick Chesser

I put little donation buttons all over my blog, so you guys can send me money, so I can do big things.

Have you ever been completely numb for a few days and all of a sudden you see something that makes you feel like crying, and you don't know how to respond? I know I haven't. Freak.

It's okay to like chocolate. I know Zach doesn't like it, but I do. You can go to the store and usually be able to buy some chocolate for a reasonable price. You take the chocolate home and eat it. You're so happy when you're eating it, but you feel almost as if it was never really there once it's gone, and then you're sad. So you go back to the store and buy more chocolate, and then you eat it. And you keep going back. Then one day you go in to buy some chocolate and it occurs to you that you've put on a few pounds. You start to question if the chocolate even cares that you want to eat it. You wonder if it cares about anything but making you fat. It seems like the chocolate doesn't even care if it sees you. The chocolate seems more than happy to just be sitting there, doing nothing. So you look at the chocolate and say, "I'm sorry chocolate. I love you, but you're bad for me. Look at me. You've made me fat, and now I'm depressed. And look what it's done to my heart. It's gonna take years of exercise to make it healthy again. And even then it won't be as good as it once was. No, chocolate. I'd rather pretend you died of cancer this time." All I'm trying to say is that we have a huge problem with obesity in this country, and I think thinning out the numbers of the obese would help the overpopulation problem and make everyone happy. Not only would there be more food for the hungry left by the dead, but there would be enough food left by each fatty to feed a small country. Praise Him.

And that's my ping-pong ball trick.

Lindsay gave me Nick's screen name yesterday, and I read his livejournal. I talked to him later on in the day. It was fun for me. I like talking to gay people.

I went to bed around 10 p.m. (I think) and fell asleep around 11:30 p.m. I had about three nights worth of dreams (these were crazy dreams, and I need to write them down), and then woke up at about 12:30 p.m. I got up and had a big snack. I then went back to bed where I waited for sleep for a long time. I slept pretty lightly when it came, but it lasted long enough to take me into the light area. I think it was about 10:15 when I finally jumped out of bed. I did some things: listened to The Worst Offspring Tribute Ever, verified my bank account with paypal and played some Gran Turismo 4. I'm still pretty tired, and Warped is tomorrow.

Insomniphiliac

I started reading Insomnia by Stephen Kings a few days ago. The problem is that I now have insomnia. I usually don't sleep well when I'm drunk. I didn't drink last night, and I was really tired, but I couldn't sleep. I ended up going to bed at about 6 a.m. It took me a while still to get to sleep. I read in Insomnia about a type of insomnia where you sleep very lightly and awaken with the impression that you've been awake the whole time. I think that's what was going on, because I remember lying in bed, fighting with my sinuses to check huge concrete windows at work while turning left and right. I hate it when that shit happens when I'm trying to sleep. Well, I finally came to at about 9:30 a.m., and found that my dad was in my room, looking for the dial one guys. I had trouble getting back to sleep after that, even though I was tired as shit. So I got up and took out my retainer, because it causes shit tastes in my mouth. I got back in bed and tried to go back to sleep. When I was about to doze off at about 10:15 a.m., I suddenly hear the chatter of a jackhammer in the great room. The walls were shaking, the earth was...never mind. It went on for some time, so I got up and got on the internets and posted many away messages to express my feelings to the AOL Insant Messenger community. My dad heated some pizza up for me and I ate it and it was good, and I had some Mountain Dew. I started doing the AIM battle war whatever the fuck it is thing and found that I am no match for Kylie Dickmann or Chelsea Baugher. I also talked to Ani Sweet and Lindsay Conner for about an hour. I left my house at about five to retrieve my Warped ticket. On the way home I noticed a Rob Nolley at a four-way stop at Amos and McKay. I saw him for just a second and then he was gone. I hurried home and gave him a call to confirm that it was really him. I talked to him for a little bit. He lied and said he knew who I was. He thought I was Chase Hubler. Wrong. I was actually Blaire Hartman. But we talked about Japan and books, and then he had to take off and head on over to the city council meetings. The book he told me he was reading got me wanting to watch a very funny movie that I haven't seen in forevers. I asked my brother if he would like to watch Dick with me. He said yes. I couldn't find the damn VHS, so we didn't watch it. I did, however, find some good literature in my sisters closet. These were books that I gave her quite a while ago. The first book to catch my eye was titled "War of the Worlds." I then grabbed a few others including all four of the "The Indian in the Cupboard" books. (I didn't know what to do with the titles, so I just did both.) Anyway. Amanda called me last night.

Gay Gay Gay, Someday you'll be Nick

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Oh Shit

So, I've been planning on writing a special post for some time now. I'd been counting the days. But suddenly, something went wrong...I mean right.

On the sixteenth, Will and I got off work at 2:30 a.m. I went home, took a shower and went over to Will's house for some good drinking. I was there until about noon that day. I ended up going home and going to bed. I got up at 7 something 'r other, and my dad gave me cheeseburgers and told me I needed to call Will. I ended up going somewhere and having a good time and got drunk and had a really good time.

If you love someone, and you would take a bullet in the anus for them, put this in your profile.

New subject.

There's a dumb guy that works at Pilkington. His teeth are all sorts of colorful (mainly black and brown), and he has a nice little pony tail with a piece of cloth on the top of his head. He talks like a NASCAR fan, and he probably is one. He works night shift with me. Will works day shift with Justin and Cameron. The plant was on shutdown for two weeks. After the first week, I was called in to inspect and repack glass. As were Will and Crackie (the NASCAR fan, because he's a crack-head). Will and I got to work the same station with Crackie two days in a row, I think. Will brought in some crazy brown NASCAR teeth to wear and make fun of Crackie.

I'll stop there and date it for now. Leave me comments. They make me feel like people are actually reading my blogs and motivate me to write more.

~6:11 PM Jul 17,2005

Scott Wells

What it all amounts to is the fact that I'm just not a very creative person when I'm tired. Being tired makes me lazy. I know there are about a hundred billion of you guys out there who are very angry that I have not updated this guy. I was planning to put some compositions about my recent days today, but luckily, something came up, and I've been awake now for about 24 hours. I'll try to get some sleep sometime and update tomorrow, but until then go ahead and just check out my good blog. Reread what you've already read and relive the magic. Read the very top one last, though. Most people don't like that one. I think Baugher is the only person who has ever given it good remarks. Happy camping. Happy penis.

I was Gonna Put some Good things in HEre...

...but then I did some things, and now I'm tired as fuck.











Goodnight, Ceven.

My Life as a Green Penis

[YOUR ROOM]

[1]What size is your bed?: blair-size
[2]Is your floor carpeted?: Yes
[3]If so, what color is it?: White
[4]Do you have posters on your walls?: NO
[5]Of what? naked bitches
[6]Do you keep your room clean?: Fuck yes
[7]Are you allowed to eat in your room?: yes

[HYGIENE]

[8]How many times a day do you brush your teeth? 2-7
[9]Do you take a shower daily?: yes
[10]Do you wear perfume/cologne?: no
[11]Do you wear deodorant?: only on days the end in "dead"

[OUTSIDE]

[12]Do you go outside often?: no
[13]Is your lawn green or brown?: It's pretty green
[14]Do you have a patio in the back?: Yes
[15]Hey Whats up? my dick (I'm not kidding)
[16]How many trees are in your yard? possibly three

[ABOUT YOU]

[17]Are you male or female?: male
[18]Are you sure?: not at all
[19]Do you have any piercings?: nope
[20]If so, where?:
[21]Are you single or married?: single
[22]Do you like your name?: yep
[23]Do you like lotion?: yeah
[24]Do you shave your legs?: rarely

[MISC]

[25]Is the sky really blue, or is it white with blue clouds?: the sky is blue, and all the leaves are green
[26] last question confuse you?: why?
[27]Do you eat chocolate often?: no
[28]Do you have a job?: yeah
[29]Why or why not?: because it supports my eBay habit
[30]Is your computer slow?: it's pretty quick
[31]Have you ever wondered why there is bark on trees? not recently
[32]Why do cats cover their poop and such? because it's shit, it smells
[33]What do you hear right now?: tv
[34]What do you smell right now?: N/A/B
[35]Are you alone in the room?: yep
[36]Are you at home?: yep


[THE LAST]

[38]person you hugged: cameron dake
[39]person you called: amanda
[41]thing you touched: my penis
[42]magazine you bought: electronic gaming monthly
[43]place you went to: pilkington
[44]person who you chatted with: my sister
[45]perfume you sprayed:
[46]thing you ate: country fried steak
[47]drink you drank: milk
[48]flower you picked: yar
[49]movie you rented: never
[50]letter you typed: are
[51]word(s) you said: fuck
[52]place where you slept: my bed


[FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND]

Jingle : Uncle Jesse
Hobo: Sexual
John Deere: Johnny Depp
American: Bitch
Guy: Gay
Girl: Small
Kitten: Slut
Cherry: Alicia
Health: Heatons
CD: VD
Movie: Tom Cruise
Arrow: Robin Hood
Sing: Owl Jolson
Cord: Guitar
Telemarketer: Face