What’d I tell you? This whole once a day thing - not gonna fly. I actually thought in the midst of having to take all of this time off of work to go back to Seattle, I would be able to just sit around on my ass all the time and do shit.

No, not so much.

We spent a week in Seattle trying to clean up everything, and it was tough. So…we left.

Then, we went to Boulder. I’d been to Boulder. I mean, I tour, right? You can’t just be on a tour and not go to fucking badass Boulder. Not really a place I would go on my own, for fun or anything. Doesn’t really suit me all that much. I went because it was time for me to meet the girlfriends parents. The conventionalized roles of expectations were kind of flipped. I wasn’t the least bit scared, and she was mortified. I was all, “Ok, so I might be a little bit older, but I’m nice…I think. I have a good job, I’ve already graduated college, and I’m pretty life stable”. She’s all, “Oh my god, you’re going to hate my parents because they’re so weird, and then you’re going to hate me, and it’s going to be my fault if I scare you away” so on and so on.

It wasn’t that bad. Her parents were actually pretty cool. But they barely speak English, and English is all I know. Besides the language barrier, it was a fun week. I have to say, it was fucking nice to have homemade meals for a while. Even though they kept trying to feed me meat. Time and time again.

Now that I’m in LA, I’m back to fast food. My friend Josh has been begging me and begging me to apply for relocation for the longest fucking time. It would make more sense to be in LA than in Seattle, anyway. I just never had the time. So I finally did it a couple weeks ago, and now we’re slowly moving all of our shit to our new apartment. Verrrrry slowly. It’s a fucking rad ass place. Come party.

Other than that, I’ve nothing else to report. Except I’m finally going back on tour on the 1st. I don’t like to name drop, so if you just happen to see me at a show, come say hi. I’ll give you free merch. =)

Not one of my favorite places, but nice none the less. The weather today was AMAZING, even though it was humid as fuck. I actually woke up pretty early (well, early enough) to be able to go to

A very devastating thing happened to a friend of my girlfriend’s friend tonight. I don’t really know this girl, nor have I really spoken to her, but of all the things I’ve heard about her, she sounds like an amazing, and wonderful person. Unfortunately, she lost her mother to an instant brain reaction.

Hearing this instantly reminded me of my 11 year old sister. She is terminally ill and my family is expected to lose her before the end of this year, granted a miracle doesn’t happen and take a turn for the better.

Things like this should make you appreciate the life that you have. The next time you have a fight with your parents about something, remember that you have parents. The next time you complain that you’re hungry because you haven’t eaten all day, remember that you actually have food to eat. The next time you leave the faucet running, remember that you have are fortunate enough to have clean water. The next time you go on a shopping spree, think about what useful things you could really be doing with that money. The next time you and your best friend have a fight, don’t let them walk away. Go after them and give them the biggest hug you possibly can, and tell them that you love them. In fact, go out right now and give every single person you see a hug. Not every single person you know, but every single person that crosses your path and tell them that you love them. They may think you’re weird, but people need to know that you care. We were all put on this Earth to care for one another. It is our responsibility to assure the kid walking down the street that he is loved, even if he’s having the worst day ever.

All I ask if that you hug at least one person after reading this. You never know how much longer you have.

euphoricdisphoria:

miiitch:

therefortomorrow:

i cannot go to sleep unless all doors, closets, and drawers are closed.

I’m not as much of a geek as everybody thinks: I’d rather go clothes shopping than gadget shopping.

I wake up every night just to see what time it is. I can’t sleep unless I know about how long I have left to sleep.

I have 16 piercings, because I have to double everything.

Every single picture.

Every single word.

Every single memory.

It’s all fucking gone.

I don’t know who the fucking craftyass asshole of a douchebag is who hacked my blog, but you fucking win. Everything that was mine, you now have. You stole my entire life, and now it lays lifeless in your hands. What exactly is it that you plan to do with it?

If you know how a tour blog works, then you know that if you’re actually taking the time to read this, you get to follow me through the tours I’m on with rad little daily posts. If you know me, then you know I’m a slacker and you’ll be lucky to get a post out of me once a week, rather than once a day.

Let’s start with today. I’d attach a picture, but I haven’t figured out how to do that yet from this iPhone tumblr app thing. Fancy stuff like that is saved for a rainy day when I actually have time to sit down and steal some unsuspecting bitch’s wi-fi. Anyway, we played Austin tonight (as the title states). When I go into a new city, I always go in with the same expectations. The venues will all be the same, the crowd will always be the same, the job will always, be the same. No matter how many places I go, no matter how many people I meet, and no matter how many fucking things I can do, the thought never changes. But I’m almost always 99.9% proven wrong. The places get bigger, the kids get rowdier, and the job fucking never ceases.

I love my job. I love every single thing that I do. I love every single person that I meet, and God knows that I love every single city that I go to. Except NC. That was a big no no. There are two questions that people tend to ask me relentlessly (trust me, it gets annoying) -

1. Do you ever get jealous of the bands?
Yes, and no. I have a band of my own that…it isn’t really anything, just some friends and I fucking around whenever I go back to Seattle. Sure, I’ve thought about what it would be like to actually be on stage, doing what makes you happy and not giving a fuck, but I think that if I go the chance to tour as a band and not as what I am now, it wouldn’t be the same. It would kill every look I had on music, and I can’t let that die.

2. Don’t you ever miss home?
It’s probably a lot easier to miss home, when you have one to miss. I have a box of an apartment, with a couch in the middle of Seattle. The only things that I really miss are my mom and my little sister. I really should be home with them right now, and I feel guilty for not being there.

We fucking rocked Austin tonight at some place called EMO’S. The set was amazing, but I think I’m kind of required to say that. Bras were flying on stage. BRAS. I didn’t know people still did that. Apparently, 1995 will never die. The night flew by, and that rarely happens. People were buying shit left and right, and I kept getting sent to the bus to fetch more merch like the puppy dog that I am. Now I’m starving, and I need to find a vegetarian burger somewhere or I’m going to slit my throat.

One last night in Texas, then finally a day off…..

Houston is beautiful. The weather was perfect, the kids were crazy, the food was fucking awesome.