Decisions.

Now that my days of going to concerts like every other week are over, I have to pick and choose about what I attend and I have quite the tough decision on my hands for my birthday.  Do I want to go to Emmure where I will die in the pit?  Do I want to go to Bam Margera and meet one of my idols but see one of the worst concert performances in the history of humanity?  Do I want to go to Ghost B.C. where I can easily be sacrificed to the leader of the underworld?  The decisions are too much.  Oh yeah I turn 17 in like three weeks.  Sweeeet I can finally get into rated R movies without having to sneak in.  That's really the only benefit to being seventeen but I'll take it. We'll see how 2014 goes. #yearofthefather

Bonnaroo Rant.

It's time for me to go on a little rant about the wonderful Bonnaroo festival coming out. I am so tired of hearing about it that I can't live with it much longer.  For some reason Lollapalooza is now insignificant and all of the cool cats have the great idea that they are going to take the trip for Bonnaroo.  Maybe three of you are actually going to wind up going, so please just stop going on and on about how amazing the lineup is and how excited you are to spend your weekend in a tent.  Maybe this isn't long enough, but I am trying to keep it appropriate and that won't happen if I continue on, so bye!