The trip to Minn.

So I took a roadtrip on sunday to the wonderful city of Mini-ap-olis, in the state of Mini-soda. It started out all right although the four road trip through wierd towns such as Eau Claire and Millwood was a little odd, I promise to never live in Northern Wisconsin. I feel dumb because I mapquested how to get to the Metrodome, only to find out that it was I-94 all the way to Minneapolis, then take 2 right turns, blahhhhh. But I got there Warped Tour 2 of the season was fun, although Milwaukee has so much more room for such a mindfucking amount of people. It was a good time, I made fun of the emo kids with the emo haircuts, almost got beatup for making fun of Hawthorne Heights ("slit my wrists and black my eyes, so I can fall asleep tonight" honestly, WTF!?!?!?!) I got to see the Dropkick Murpheys again and I finally bought the "Kiss Me I'm Shitfaced" shirt, I am so wearing that on my birthday next weekend, so if you see me, kiss me, nuff said. The only part is that when I went to my car in the parking lot I found that some minisotians (or whatever) aren't the nicest people in the world and that one of them had hit my car leaving a nice basketball size dent in the driver side quarter panel, which I just had replaced in APRIL!!!! Fun trip back though, I chain smoked, dustin slept, and the wierd lady at the gas station hit on me. But yeah, I'm hungry and going to go make a pizza, so if anyone actually reads this, which probably won't happen, never park your car next to metrodome, the end.