IM SO FUCKING TIRED. (I <3 PHILLY)

FUCFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

fuck apple, fuck macbooks.

i'm sitting on a disgusting carpet step at 3am  because thats the only time i can ever get peace on a computer. right now i can feel my skin starting to itch from the parasites that've probably inhabited the carpet since the beginning of time.

Now, before i start i just want to declare that apple are  bunch of cunts, and i also hate laptops.

most of this blog is going to contain terrible punctuation and grammar and spelling mistakes too.

reason being... i dont like typing, especially while sitting on stairs using a laptop.

Okay so it's sunday night, i'm in Philly. I fucking love this place.

This is hardcore was insane, my head hurts, my ears are still ringing and my legs are fucked.

I saw bands i don't give a shit about that people claim to LUUUURRRRVVVVEEE and those people will probably never see them and that gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.

I also got to see bands i didn't give a fuck about before but i very much do give a fuck about them now. (reign supreme/braindead)

i saw bands that i already enjoyed a little and enjoy that much more now.

and i also saw one band which i fucking love and it was probably the best part of the whole 3 days.

Anyway let's backtrack a little...

my first 2 days in new york fucking sucked(much like alot of this trip has, haha)

I get off a flight i slept all the way through to get to a shitty airport which i have to sit at for close to an hour waiting for a fucking shuttlebus which the cunt driver decided to overfill with passengers. I sit in this shuttle bus for 45 minutes getting driven to our hostel which we get to and the cunt at the desk tells us "oh sorry we didn't keep your reservation because there is something wrong with the internet". 

i'm sorry bitch but that's not my fucking problem.

anyway she sends us packing... TO A HOTEL SHE FOUND IN THE PHONEBOOK IN HARLEM!!

stupid bitch.

so we actually check in to this joint in harlem and realise that it's totally fucked so we grab all our valuables and leave our suitcases there and just bail out.

We proceed to chill in a starbucks for about 3 hours trying to find accomodation in nyc not worth a million dollars a night, luckily some friends of hours living in brooklyn hooked us up.

THANKS GUYS!

the next morning we went back to harlem to grab our shit.

By the way the hotel was called the "New Ebony Hotel" i should've fuckin' known.

Also just so you know, Brooklyn rules.

so after all that crazy shit we end up meeting up with Jack the next day and we made the awesome chinatown busride down to philly.

i am now carrying twice as many shirts as what i came with and 10 7"s, Fuck.

so thats NY and Philly so far i'll update in a few days.

p.s. for all you cold world hype sweaters, they live up to it, believe me.

me and jack at this is hardcore


The Stairs from Rocky


Massive statue dude with sick dudes hanging off him

THIS PLACE IS FREEZING.

San Francisco is really fucking cold, it's supposed to be fucking summer!!!
there are HEAPS of homeless people here and most people are crazy.
SF reminds me heaps of Sydney, i would probably love it if it weren't for the shitty weather.
on friday night i think i saw the best of the trip.
i saw dangers at 924 gilman st. holy fucking fuck.
probably the best band ive ever seen and probably always will be.
we got stranded in berkeley and this random dude named troy drove us home, what a stand-up fucking guy!!
last night i saw the smoking popes and i don't care for them so i just got drunk.
924 rules.

Dangers @ 924

Me Drunk @ Smoking popes in San Fran.



i've been taking about a million photos so when i can be bothered i'll upload some shit.

people who go to shows in the bay area are fucking awesome people.
by wearing an extortion shirt i met a handful of people who were actually really awesome.

shouts to Nick from 7Gen and Yosef for booking awesome bands.

anyway sorry this post doesnt really make sense and is short but i have to use a public computer, i hate this shit.

peace.
big fuckin' heart.


Free cans of energy drink

it's all too much.

i still don't like this city but it has been a non-stop party.
english,welsh and irish dudes are fucking ragers and i'm bummed to say goodbye to them.
hawaiin girls love to shop but hate to walk and it sucks saying goodbye to them.
getting to hang out with aussies here is awesome.

i only have 2 minutes left, in-n-out burger rules.

everyday is a constant hangover.

cheap dickies kills it.

baaaaiii.

DR. KNOW'S FUCKING SON!


Raging English Dudes


I met this dude at 4 o clock in the morning in the basement of the hostel and he's a fucking awesome guy.
Will.

I hate this city, i think i hate this country.

so i've decided americans are cunts.
fuck you, america. fuck you.

LA TOUR.

I SAW THE FRESH PRINCES HOUSE!
i went on an LA tour the other day and they showed us celebrity houses n' shit and they showed us the house used for "the fresh prince of Bel-Air". probably the tour highlight.
i also got a photo in front of the hollywood sign, a photo of the basketball courts on venice beach which you see edward norton playing basketball in American History X.
Venice Beach Rules.

i have been drinking like a fish over the past few days. my body doesnt like it.
Vans are $40 a pair, amazing.
Rodeo Drive is for assholes.
Hollywoood is filled with crazy people.
i cant wait to bail from the fuckhole.

bbl.
peace.

CALIFORNIA SUCKS.

We get to LAX it takes a million years to get through customs and once we do immediately im asked for money by someone. FUCK!

We had to catch 1000 buses with our luggage to get to the ghetto greyhound station and wait in line for 2 hours only to get told the greyhound we need to catch isnt coming for another 3 hours, Fuck my life.
We wander around ghetto downtown LA for 2 hours hating life and thinking "why the fuck did we come to this shitty city? FUCK LA"

Rory and I decide to get a taxi to where we need to go, $150 + tip later the fucking guy has dropped us off in the wrong street, we find the street we need to be on and realise the adress is 3500 and we're at the very start of the street. once again FUCK MY LIFE.
we walk for what seems like an hour and decide on a budget motel not far from where we need to be, we drop off our shit, change clothes and start walking again, we get to our destination where we see Black Breath (AWESOME!), Alpha and Omega (fucking killed it!) and RISE AND FUCKING FALL (WOW! JUST FUCKING WOW)

end of day 1.

p.s. im a bit behind i'll catch up soon.