number 11.
haven’t tumbled in quite some time. oh boy, this will be a long one. three weeks of my life in one post. cracked my knuckles and i am ready to go.
two weeks ago, i went to vans warped tour. it was fucking incredible. it also happened to fall on the hottest day of summer 2011; 106 degrees outside. now, combine that with no shade, water costing $5.00 a bottle, and thousands of sweaty, smelly, high, drunk kids all ralleyed into a crowd. sounds divine right? well, it actually was even though i blacked out for a little bit. but after i sat under a microscopic tree for an hour smelling people’s “herbs” and after i dumped an entire bottle of ice cold water down my back, i felt a lot better and proceeded to have an extraordinary time. while enjoying the stiffling heat, in the back of my mind lured my father’s roaring voice. the night before him and i got into a brawl and i was still quite shaken up. long story short, there is now a hole in the wall outside my bedroom. i had such a great time at warped, but it would have been better knowing that my father was proud to have me as his child.
the week after warped tour, i went to my college with the ambitions of making my sophomore year enjoyable. because my parents so far have dictated college life for me, i decided to step up and make my schedule my own. it is quite good if i do say so myself. great classes, great times, and im not going there everyday. however, it would make me the happiest person alive if my parents could go one day without talking about school. i have three weeks left of summer, and three weeks left of freedom. please do not mention the “s word” around me.
fast forwarding to this past week. so my cable company mandated that every television in a household must have a box. well, in said box lies on demand, more specifically free on demand where i can view shows any time, and it’s FREE. well, they have ny ink and la ink and i have been watching them non-stop for the past week. i want another tattoo so badly. and more cartilage piercings even though i can finally sleep on my right hand side again. it only took two months. one of my good friends recently got a tattoo and im jealous of his ink.
i wish my parents would stop throwing the fact that i dont have a boyfriend in my face. quite honestly every time they make a reference to it, it really hurts and it makes me feel ugly and unattractive. im content with where i am, and im learning to roll with the punches. i see my friends with their boyfriends and they completely lose sight of reality. for now im okay with being alone.
i’ll try to update more often. for now i must say goodnight.
-rachel.
