I got to my house at 3:50 a.m. this morning all becase of Kookie. Well, it wasn't only his fault, but the situation was just very interesting. It was so frustrating it was funny, all you could do was laugh at it. This was all SO Kookie. We all met at the Lighthouse yesterday around 10 and got all loaded up in Thinh's car. Five minutes later we see Kookie come from around the corner kicking a soccer ball, backpack on his back, carrying a bag which contained peanut butter cookies and peanut butter. Oh yeah, and a bottle of juice, the bottle came in very handy for Daniel later on in the trip. I don't know why he brought this stuff, that's just Kookie for you. We finally left and headed for Rock the Desert. Twenty miles before we got into Midland, we all realized that we don't know where the darn park was. (well I knew, but I had left the directions at home) We end up calling good ol' Josh to help us out, of course he thinks we're idiots but he gets us the directions AND the weather report. Which I must point out said it was only a mere 30% chance of thunderstorms! We do some stuff around Midland, mainly contemplated being criminals. We get to Rock the Desert at 2:30ish and the first thing Kookie does is splits! Daniel, Thinh, and I go around running into Andrewsians and the infamous Cody. We also got to catch the warm up of Crimson Soul, the awesome fan loving band. Thinh and Daniel run around their whole show screaming "Play some Phil Collins!" at the top of their lungs. The Bass player seemed to be the only one who thought it was the least bit humerous. So Cody, Thinh, Daniel, Kelleigh, and myself hang out all day looking for Kookie most of the time. Finally the only show I really wanted to see was on and we found Kookie! Switchfoot played two really awesome songs and Kookie decided to get some water. As soon as Kookie left, a huge gust of wind came through and they started taking down the stage... right when Switchfoot was really getting good! Apparently a storm was coming through, so we waited around for Kookie. He never came. The rain started coming down parallel to the ground and hit us like needles because of the wind. We took shelter underneath a tarp-tent thing and pretty much got saoking wet. The only good thing was they were handing out free pizza, good pizza too. So there we were, Daniel, Thinh, and I huddled together under a tarp getting soaked and eating soggy pizza unanimously agreeing that this was one of the worst moments of our lives. We finally ran back to Thinh's car and got even more wet. From there we started our 3 hour pointless search for Kookie, even though he had already gotten a ride home because he thought we had left him. (ALL MIDLAND COPS ARE JERKS) At around 12:50ish he called us up from San Angelo and told us. We were releived to hear from him, but also tired as heck. Sometime around 1:50 we left Midland, me driving 85 the entire way home. Thinh and Daniel decided to torment me by constantly trying to play MAE, I swear I could have killed 'em, even though it was just out of fun. All in all, I had a lot of fun on the trip even if no one else did. I really had a great time... I've just decided to stop investing any dependence in the Asian community (with the exception of Thinh)