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I woke up this morning with this weird feeling in my writs. Was it my carpal tunnel flaring again? Did I sleep wrong on my hand? You know when you sleep on your limbs all wonky and you wake up and they're like, half asleep. Or even better is when they're fully asleep! Then, your arm is flopping around like a fish under water or a flaccid, yet well endowed man, jogging in those little, tiny, way too short American Apparel shorts. Anyway, it wasn't any of those things. It was my need to write something. When I found my way to the internet this morning, I found that I was due. It must be my internal clock telling me something, here. After my morning browse, my morning cigarette, and my morning coffee, a striking realization came to me. I would rather not write about all the things I have so much to say about here. So, forgive me if this is all boring and completely useless.
In between letting loose during 3OH!3's set, our set, signings, and sleeping, I am generally slutting around the place, offering myself up to any boy in a band who will take me. Or that's what onlookers would have you think. That's what poorly photoshopped pictures would depict. That's what eyewitnesses would report. The truth is, I've made friends with a lot of bands on this tour. Many of which, I have never heard of before. I dove into this whole culture pretty fast, and I am having the most fun I've ever had on tour. There's always something to do, always a set to watch, and always a bus party to crash. I find myself listening to some of the bands non stop. For example, Forever The Sickest Kids, and Anberlin are two of the best bands EVER. These are two examples of bands I'd not really given a listen to before. They've quickly turned into two of my favorite bands and some of my best friends.
It is so hot outside. It is absolutely impossible to escape the heat. Sometimes, by the time I get to the catering, the food is all gross from the heat. I think whoever set up this catering deal should really rethink the chocolate, milk, cheese, and mayonnaise. I'm just saying, if I get food poisoning one more time from my hearty lunch of cheese and chocolate sandwiches with a big glass of milk, I'm not going to be a happy or healthy girl. I've been wearing dresses all summer to try and get some sun, and to try and have less things touch my body. Sweat is the enemy. I've yet to get any sort of tan. It is like I'm missing the key element in skin coloration. Melanin or whatever. I have none. Or it all worked so hard on getting my hair dark that none was left for my skin. I'll never be bronzed or beautiful. And I look like I have severe jaundice when I use fake tanner. So, I'm just ghostly under all the clothes I wear. It's okay. The person seeing me naked hasn't complained, but taking his skin tone into consideration, I can definitely see why.
Home happens soon. Good ol' New York City. Or Los Angeles. I can't decide which I will go to first. Anyway, then it is off on another tour with Forever The Sickest Kids. I'm so excited. That band definitely has my attention as of late. They're worth a listen, if you ask me. Very fun and pop rock punkish. I don't know. I'm super bad at labeling bands. But then again, others have named Cobra Starship as roller rink punk and dance punk. Really, what criteria must a band meet in order to be roller rink punk? I have no idea. I might go have a piece of cake and leave you with that. I'll get back to you with a list if I feel up to it.
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