Currently writing while one of my best friends sleeps on the couch. It has been such a night. New people and also wishing I didn't have such a temper. Too quick to speak sometimes; I think the only way to remedy is to not speak very much at all in the near future. Experiment.
Reunited X, Y, and Z tonight. Bought friendship bracelets. Feeling excited and giddy. Being silly. "You look like a chicken nugget!" Singing in the middle of the street. Met some of Angie's friends and ran around a park filled with memories under the full moon. Perfect.
Today now, I guess, is the one year anniversary of my first ever date at Warped Tour. Hannah and I had the sickest time. I loved it. Loved the atmosphere, the excitment, the bands, all the free shit and general crap and crazy people. Jumping from one pit to another in .5 seconds. Never stopping to breathe. Sunburns. Taking videos. Meeting tons of random band people. Standing in lines for hereos. And yet I am still debating on if I want to go back. Is it still the same for me? Is it worth it? I don't know. But for today I'll live a little in the memory. Even though right now is so exciting. And eventually, THIS will be the memory. The memory is living in the memory.
