MOTHER FUCKERS
I typed this whole long entry about friday and it's gone, here we go again

Friday night was Templeton's last show with Bob singing, so I went home for it. It was really emotional. I realized that I've seen Templeton over 20 times and how much time I've spent hanging out with them and seeing them and stuff, and it's weird to think a local pop punk band would be such a big part of my life, but I guess it is? I don't know, it was sad. They played, in my opinion, their best show ever and they played every single song so they were on for over an hour. Bob played a new acoustic song that was really sad. Every danced and moshed and sang along and I got on the mic during Next Year becuase I'm a fag and got into it and people rushed Bob alot. I got punched in the face in the first three seconds because I'm Dan Yost and now I have a black eye. Tom was giving me shit for not floorpunching, so during their last song, Firehouse Diaries, I took off my shirt and threw it at Justin in a tribute to that time at scream in the field (no shirt no shoes just mosh) and did shirtless floorpunch. At the end of the song, Teague organized everyone to rush bob. I went to get my shirt back from behind Justin's drumset and he jumped up and hugged me, that was unexpected. Then Bob sang New Jersey In My Rearview with Baurer's band, and at the end we all picked up Bob and carried him out. I'll miss Bobbleton alot.