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Nothing to interesting to say.
Long night.
Show wasn't that great.
I don't really like hardcore shows to much. Too much force. Too much being pushed around. Hard to enjoy the music.
Fear before was good, and These arms are snakes, as well.
The chariot...well I never really liked them to begin with.
Underoath...just eh, over-all. They played this one song that sort of made me give out a masochistic laugh.
Over-all, the show was a bit of a let down. Full of big assholes from state who come to beat up little scene kids.
SC00BY6767: Motherfuckin' Ike Turner came out there, man.
Wes threw some girl. Fucking body slammer her ass after she elbowed him in the eye. Made me laugh.
Those shows aren't really my taste, though, in all. I guess they're not too bad, but I've enjoyed concerts where I wasn't being beaten to the ground a lot more.
And in reply to some comments,
I'll once again repeat myself...
I. Do. Not. Care. Keep. Running. Your. Mouth.
Pick me apart, and tell me everything that's wrong with me. You've got a lot to get through, I'll tell you that. I never said I was perfect. I've been telling people the exact opposite for years, and then people seem to forget that. Pick me apart. You're beating a dead horse. Don't you have anything better to think about? Nothing better than lil ole me? Well, suit yourself then. Have fun.
*yawn* I'm tired. Tomorrow's Friday, thank god.
I'm ready for the weekend to be here. It's been one hell of a week.
Oh yeah, and my dad probably has lung cancer.
Long night.
Show wasn't that great.
I don't really like hardcore shows to much. Too much force. Too much being pushed around. Hard to enjoy the music.
Fear before was good, and These arms are snakes, as well.
The chariot...well I never really liked them to begin with.
Underoath...just eh, over-all. They played this one song that sort of made me give out a masochistic laugh.
Over-all, the show was a bit of a let down. Full of big assholes from state who come to beat up little scene kids.
SC00BY6767: Motherfuckin' Ike Turner came out there, man.
Wes threw some girl. Fucking body slammer her ass after she elbowed him in the eye. Made me laugh.
Those shows aren't really my taste, though, in all. I guess they're not too bad, but I've enjoyed concerts where I wasn't being beaten to the ground a lot more.
And in reply to some comments,
I'll once again repeat myself...
I. Do. Not. Care. Keep. Running. Your. Mouth.
Pick me apart, and tell me everything that's wrong with me. You've got a lot to get through, I'll tell you that. I never said I was perfect. I've been telling people the exact opposite for years, and then people seem to forget that. Pick me apart. You're beating a dead horse. Don't you have anything better to think about? Nothing better than lil ole me? Well, suit yourself then. Have fun.
*yawn* I'm tired. Tomorrow's Friday, thank god.
I'm ready for the weekend to be here. It's been one hell of a week.
Oh yeah, and my dad probably has lung cancer.