hotels weird me out...

i'm not sure if it is because i am frugal (that's the polite way of saying it), but i have a small problem with getting a hotel room on tour unless there is fear of death; however, tonight we are in tampa florida, and mike's (from paulson) cousin decided to get us a hotel room. i'm not sure why, but it is amazing of her, and we are all getting showers and sleep on floors/beds, rather than vans, which is incredible. thank you jaime and mike.

we drove 10 hours overnight last night to get from georgia to ft. myers florida. the show in georgia kind of sucked, because they made us and paulson play as the last two bands. what's up with that? why do people make touring bands that nobody knows play last? thats just seems beat. it also seems like they lied to us a bit about cash, which sort of sucks because gas is really expensive. regardless, greg and i drove from about 12.30 to 7 am, alternating between absolute elation and semi-argumentation. i love that kid to death, but we also can argue. anyway, so we tried to sleep for a while, but not well after that, and eventually i ended up meeting the rest of the guys at the beach (which was incredible--white sand, warm water) and then we went to guitar center for the jeff (paulson)/maguire drum-off. it was amazing, they actually drew a crowd. there was also the standerd GC tools playing nu-metal.

tonight went really well, there was this great show at a record shop, and even though there weren't a ton of kids, the one's who watched really cared. that to me is the most amazing feeling in the world.

i love punk rock. i love my boys. i love paulson. i love you all. i don't love trying to sleep in hot vans. fuck it, i do love it, because it means i'm living.

i love you all. thanks for everything.
pj