Furnace Fest

Day 0 11:52 p.m.

Our journey has begun. We are in Cliff's car I Mississippi on our way to Furnace Fest! Rock and Roll! So far we have passed the time by telling stories about crazy things we did in high school. I'm sick and my ears are stopped up. Everything is muffled. I am writing this in the dark. The next few days are ganna be jam packed. No body rocks harder than God!

Day 1 5:33 a.m.

Well, what can I say. We're here in Birmingham . . . at the hotel . . . sitting in the parking lot cause they won't let us in our room yet. We're here way too stinking early and laughing like lunatics trying to go to sleep. I think we've settled down for now. I'm almost positive that insanity will have a firm grasp on us for most of this trip. We ate at Waffle house. They charged me 1.15 for stinkin free hash browns. The waitress was not only straight but she was also a survivor. Let me list all the things that I know of so far that I have forgotten. My skateboard, which means I have to buy a brand new skateboard for the contest. My headphones, which made it twice as hard to sleep on the way here. And my hat. No big deal there. I'll just have messy hair the whole time. That omelet from waffle house was pretty nasty. It had foam in it. I'm pretty sleepy. I'll rest now. Weeeee . . . .

Day 1 11:59 a.m.

Hot doupity diggity doo doo! Good things have gotten really good on our part. After sleeping in the car for about an hour and a half, Jonah ran off and got us a room from the mean lady. So we shouted for joy and sang praises to the King and slept till 11:30. I got directions to the local skateshop. I'm a baldy waldy! Uh, yeah. That's about it.

Day 1 5:31 p.m.

Craziness! So we go down to the local skate shop and I whip out my check card and buy me a brand new complete. It cost a bundle. After being stoopid at the Furnace place, climbing a million miles in the air, we went back to the skate shop cause I'm a retard and I didn't get them to put my board together. I gots no allen head for the trucks so we had to go back. So I'm out at the hotel trying out my new board, which is quite nice, then I go to this next parking lot over. There's this cool little hump so I go popping some ollies off of it and this old foggy pulls up with his wife in his car and shows me his badge. "I don't want to see you on this property." Poo poo. That guy was a panty waste. So I come back and here I am now. Yah!

Day 5 2:43 a.m.

Once again I have been too lazy to write everynight. Of course I skipped three nights this time so just call me stoopid next time you see me. Anyways, the first night was rocking. I skated a whole bunch and danced like a mad man. The hardcore dancing is one of the dumbest things I have ever seen in my whole life. They swing their arms like psychos. I'm not ganna even say anything else about it cause its so stoopid. Living Sacrifice played last and they were awesome. I danced a little too hard and after the second to last song I had to lay out cause I was about to puke. The second night, toward the end during this crazy band I got beamed in the head with a flying spin kick. My body went all buzzy and I sat the last three bands out. Today was the skate contest. I did pretty decent but I didn't place. That's okay though. It was a blast. One thing I did a bunch of all weekend was crowd surf. That's one of the coolest freaking things ever. I love it. Well, despite all the swinging fist, psychos with big side burns, getting kicked in the head, and all the crazy people that aren't considerate of other people, this trip has been a blast. Forgive me if this log isn't that funny but it's stinking three in the morning and I've had a headache since Wednesday. Eat at Mr. Wang's and stay true!