what are you doing. review
Well i'm up for some reason, and don't feel like going back to bed.
First off i've been busy and feel bad about not getting out.
Rick will be gone for a week there, another week here, so it sux, but sort of nice to have house to myself
And finally i feel i should write about my weekend trip (about 2.5 weeks ago)
NIN concert was on May9 monday. Leave for Winnipeg (cheaper) with Rick, curt his gf and gf's sister, and myself at 9:30am to catch 8pm flight. Arrive in Toronto about midnite. Didn't really like the flight. actually i was a little scared, and thanked god it didn't last longer then 2hours. Monday afternoon go downtown, resist from spending thousands on clothing and shoes. Walk upstairs in HMV and heaven awaited. :) An industrial goth section. woohoo. and not just including some bands that you know, it had pretty well most of them (except grendel, but oh well) so purchased 4 cds. Concert started at about 8, so waited in line for an hour and a half at the Koolhaus (not a cool as i thought it would be. just a big warehouse, but whatever) Dredson dolls opened...eh whatever. Finally NIN came on. i'm still speechless. standing (well actually being stomped and squished to death) only about 20feet away from trent cause me to have a moment of shock, and tears of joy flowed. Concert was awesome. almost too good, i felt like i was singing along with cd, seriously. Get back to hotel, pass out, and wake up at 4:30 for flight back to Winnipeg ugh. Drive back to Canora and saskatoon that same day, and crash (asleep that is) woohoo rick still doesn't like toronto, i don't mind it, but it is big.
Anyways concert was too good, where as i wish i hadn't seen it at all. that sounds stupid, but when we came back home, i was depressed and bummed for a week or so, cuz now i had nothing else to seriously look forward too. been wanting to see NIN since i was 13. and now i had..... "better then the deed, better then the memory... the moment of anticipation" It was an emotional, and joyful experience. I hate myself sometimes though because i think i lived it up, and enjoyed the concert so much... i'm having trouble remembering it. fuck i hate myself sometimes. oh and plus i didn't take my camera, cuz ticketmaster said we couldn't have it. luckily one of the girls had. one pic
