(no subject)
My laptop died, 4 days before my essay deadlines. God bless my thinking and the fact I emailed them to myself 10 mins before it died. Not good.
Streetlight Manifesto on sunday. Should be awesome. Saw will, he is going. I miss Will and the olden days. When I was hardcore *sigh* Sophie is coming too. She's my drinking partner in crime. Not good.
Worked Alkaline Trio last night. I met Matt Skiba, that was a bit awesome, but the gig itself was mad. They had shit stolen from their dressing room and threatened to pull the gig and allsorts. Ticket agencied hadn't provided details of collections, so I had to keep radioing through all night. 3 people kicked out for drugs, including one stupid emo cokehead. that was hilarious. Bit Crazy.
But it was all ok in the end.
So many gigs in the new year. Motherfucking THRICE in manchester. I need money to get tickets. Sucks.
Going to see my auntie Kath in London next week. That should be fun.
However, I have been all week which is not nice. I was sick tuesday and wednesday, swollen face (you know when they have the trout pouty "have they had lip implants? pictures? yeah, thats what my lips looked like. such a good look ) and my legs have broken out in my attractive illness related allergy rash. It's been all fun and games. NOT.
Working Wendy House tomorrow (goth/industrial night) I'm looking forward to it, not worked one yet.
Streetlight Manifesto on sunday. Should be awesome. Saw will, he is going. I miss Will and the olden days. When I was hardcore *sigh* Sophie is coming too. She's my drinking partner in crime. Not good.
Worked Alkaline Trio last night. I met Matt Skiba, that was a bit awesome, but the gig itself was mad. They had shit stolen from their dressing room and threatened to pull the gig and allsorts. Ticket agencied hadn't provided details of collections, so I had to keep radioing through all night. 3 people kicked out for drugs, including one stupid emo cokehead. that was hilarious. Bit Crazy.
But it was all ok in the end.
So many gigs in the new year. Motherfucking THRICE in manchester. I need money to get tickets. Sucks.
Going to see my auntie Kath in London next week. That should be fun.
However, I have been all week which is not nice. I was sick tuesday and wednesday, swollen face (you know when they have the trout pouty "have they had lip implants? pictures? yeah, thats what my lips looked like. such a good look ) and my legs have broken out in my attractive illness related allergy rash. It's been all fun and games. NOT.
Working Wendy House tomorrow (goth/industrial night) I'm looking forward to it, not worked one yet.