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Haven’t ‘blogged’ in a while, and I guess I don’t owe anyone one. Thing is, promised myself I’d at least try to ramble about something for one entry a day (and so far, I’ve missed two entries.) Wasn’t my fault exactly. Friday was the first of May. Not only did I have school, but I also had to come home and get ready for the show I had been waiting for (and I mean, I had really been waiting for it, too.) Also, please don’t confused my use of the word ‘show’ with Broadway or anything, I simply mean concert. You know, with a small to large crowd and musical entertainment that may/may not be famous.
So, Friday was The Horrors. Technically it was The Kills, but I was going to see The Horrors, so the rest of you can jump off a bridge. It was a good night. Sucks that the tech for both the first band and The Horrors sucked and the microphones were set up so that you couldn’t even really hear them sing, but it was all right. The music was still good, and at least I could find rhythm in the instruments. Met Faris after the show. Poor guy. Didn’t want to bother him too much, but managed to at least get a picture. I promised a few friends (and myself) at least that. He was nice about it, anyway.
The music was a bit too loud for chatting, so I let him be. Meant to tell him to take care of himself. He seems a little out of it most of the time, and it worries me. More that I’m worried for him, which might sound stupid to you. After the show was over, my cousin basically forced me to talk to Josh (because I’m a bit shy and approaching Faris was enough for me, even if I wanted to talk to Josh.) Didn’t really talk to him, anyhow. The security-lady outside the venue wasn’t very nice about people standing around. Managed to ask for a hug, though. He was sweet, thought it was cute.
Got home around quarter after one in the morning, went to bed around two, and woke up around half past one the next day. Went to the mall, saw Wolverine, came home and went to sleep. And now here I am, still slightly on a Horrors high (at nearly four in the morning,) writing to you while I’m about to work on some fiction. There really isn’t any going back to sleep once you’ve woken up. I’ll be bloody exhausted in the ‘morning.’