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I've been feeling horribly anti-social lately...
Perhaps I've finally felt a sudden bout of depression?
It's not too terrible, at least. I feel fine but, distant. But the thing is, that I feel as if I've lost the will to do anything for the past two weeks... and... it... sucks.
I went to the House of Blues last night with a couple of my friends levia_the_whisp and explorer_fam and went to go see All That Remains in concert. Chimera and a few others played before them, but I forgot their names. A band called Yakuza, or whatever, seemed like they would be sorta interesting. The lead singer had a saxamaphone. o.o
... a metal band had a saxamaphone.
"This might be relatively interesting" I said to myself. They played their instruments, and then at the end announced the name of the song that they just played and went on to the next. The only thing that ran through my mind was...
"Wait... that wasn't a sound test!?"
Yeah, it was -that- bad.
All in all, thank you Myles for inviting me, and thank you both for protecting me in the pit for the first two songs. Although, Levi, you were right, the mechanics of gravity and realism heed not apply to the ferocity of "The Pit". I found myself rolling around in a sea of death and smelly people. People bouncing all over my head, and all I could say was "Giant frogs... Giant frogs... what can I say? Back to you!"
Har har Lewis black <3 Anyway...
After a while, it got to the point where my body just started to fall apart, but I still kept going. Bouncing, jumping, doing that which was "metal", and it was awesome. Ended up walking out to coat check, and both Levi and Myles just sorta looked at me and kept pointing at their brow, right in the middle, but kept looking at me while they did it. Apparently they were trying to tell me that I was bleeding from the brow in three places. I finally had a good look at them and there were three cuts almost parallel from each other in the middle of my brow. I had no idea I was hit. I had no idea I was bleeding, and all I felt was a mild headache whenever I squeezed my eyes too tight from all the sweat that had managed to seep into my eyes. Damn salty sweat.
But yeah... I've been feeling all moapy and whatnot. For some reason, a few certain people have been making me feel like friends should be an obligation first, and then a privilege later.
Maybe it's just a difference of opinion.
Anyway, I'm not all boo-hooey anymore, so hopefully that means I can get back to artsing, and stuff.
Thank you all for reading.
Perhaps I've finally felt a sudden bout of depression?
It's not too terrible, at least. I feel fine but, distant. But the thing is, that I feel as if I've lost the will to do anything for the past two weeks... and... it... sucks.
I went to the House of Blues last night with a couple of my friends levia_the_whisp and explorer_fam and went to go see All That Remains in concert. Chimera and a few others played before them, but I forgot their names. A band called Yakuza, or whatever, seemed like they would be sorta interesting. The lead singer had a saxamaphone. o.o
... a metal band had a saxamaphone.
"This might be relatively interesting" I said to myself. They played their instruments, and then at the end announced the name of the song that they just played and went on to the next. The only thing that ran through my mind was...
"Wait... that wasn't a sound test!?"
Yeah, it was -that- bad.
All in all, thank you Myles for inviting me, and thank you both for protecting me in the pit for the first two songs. Although, Levi, you were right, the mechanics of gravity and realism heed not apply to the ferocity of "The Pit". I found myself rolling around in a sea of death and smelly people. People bouncing all over my head, and all I could say was "Giant frogs... Giant frogs... what can I say? Back to you!"
Har har Lewis black <3 Anyway...
After a while, it got to the point where my body just started to fall apart, but I still kept going. Bouncing, jumping, doing that which was "metal", and it was awesome. Ended up walking out to coat check, and both Levi and Myles just sorta looked at me and kept pointing at their brow, right in the middle, but kept looking at me while they did it. Apparently they were trying to tell me that I was bleeding from the brow in three places. I finally had a good look at them and there were three cuts almost parallel from each other in the middle of my brow. I had no idea I was hit. I had no idea I was bleeding, and all I felt was a mild headache whenever I squeezed my eyes too tight from all the sweat that had managed to seep into my eyes. Damn salty sweat.
But yeah... I've been feeling all moapy and whatnot. For some reason, a few certain people have been making me feel like friends should be an obligation first, and then a privilege later.
Maybe it's just a difference of opinion.
Anyway, I'm not all boo-hooey anymore, so hopefully that means I can get back to artsing, and stuff.
Thank you all for reading.