So. That was amazing. Thursdays show was excellent. It was just so mellow and relaxed and I loved it. Fridays show was awesome because it was like old times. Friday after party was so cool. Sitting out on the dock all night is one of the memories that will always remain with me. It was such a good feeling thinking that I was there for the moment and nothing else mattered. Mark and I had an amazing talk about everything and it was really nice to talk to him again. I remembered how much fun I use to have when we use to hang out, and it was really cool to just chill. It was also nice looking up at the 'stars' that Tim, Anna and Amber could see.... yet I couldn't. The jello water actually felt like jello. Watching the sun rise- somewhat. Feeling so incredibly shitty in the morning for no sleep. Going to the park show on Saturday I almost got in another car accident. But I was soo excited and happy I didn't dwell on it. It was so good to see people and have a great time. It was a nice show. The show at night was super loud, and I was tried... and I guess sorta music outed. I still had a fantastic time at the show though. Mark got really drunk like normal and told me he must have been going insane if he was actually talking to me. He was incredibly mean... and yet for some reason, i decided to drive him home. Maybe it was the fact that he thought there was a book store on the corner and that he was in Lindsay. The car ride to his house was him asking me questions, me answering, and him getting mad at me for talking about something he never wanted answerers for. I didn't get it. Needless to say, my Friday night conversation with him, helped me none, because it is right back to the awkwardness that was there before. It's done, and I guess that's okay, because now I know how he truley feels about me. After dropping him off, I went back to the show shooken up. We headed over to Jens, and due to the lack of food/sleep Gravelle and I were pretty intoxicated right away. I love reminiscing about old times. By old times, I meant the shows I use to go to when I was 15 and still didn't know anyone. It was a nice night. It was so good to see everyone and just an awesome time all around. I think everyone said to me "I am coming up to Ottawa", and even though I know most of them wont, if anyone at all... it felt good to know people would drive/ride 5+ hours to come hang out with Amber and I. My only regret from this weekend, is that I should not have driven home yesterday. It wasn't till I got half way home that I realized "fuck, I am very drunk still".
I move on friday. Super excited. Super scared. Super tired. My dad is insanely mad at me, Sean thought I should have "been there' for him this weekend. I say... fuck everyone. It was rockapalooza weekend, and I don't need this!
Can't wait for next years.