Ill Nino!
after some mixed feelings about actually going to the show, i :sniffle: pulled myself together and went! lucky enough for me, because now, Ill Nino is my newest savior! they freakin rocked out so hard. amazing. Element Eighty was badass also, especially for being the first band up. forty below summer was good. they were hating on The Darkness. it was grand. Flaw was not as good as i thought they would be live. but they still ruled the ass anyway! i was covered in so much sweat, and most of it wasn't mine. :mmm christian's sweaty-goodness: elli and her new friend kelly got to hug ill nino's bassist. aaaand elli and taylor licked dead-sexy dave (from Element Eighty)'s face. gawgeous. he was married, and his wife was standing right there while they did it. glorious. when Element Eighty was playing, i got in the pit, and those dirty em-effers were hardcore [angry-gorilla] dancing. i got knocked over, and my left contact flew out of my eye. i was half-blind the whole night. i got beat up badly during Ill Nino when this chick kept hitting my hip with her damn elbow. it was so packed in there. with all the pushing, shoving, jumping, i felt like i was getting raped in the butt. whilst in the middle of a gigantic orgy. hawt. but it was so fucking worth it. i bought an Ill Nino shirt (which you would've seen today if you were paying attention) and an Element Eighty CD.. it's a great album. you should buy it. now. me and Elli returned home at 12.40ish. needless to say, lassitude overwhelms me. i am sore beyond belief.
unfortunately, the euphoria of the wonderful, entrancing Konzert didn't last once the reality of school set in during 2nd period. why must mr. bardissi be so.. boring?? his soporific lessons have no . nate fed me crackers. yay, crackers! in psych, we just reviewed worksheets and got a huge project assigned. yay. [note the lack of enthusiasm]. mr. lechner wasn't there today so we had that smug, unhappy bastard i had yesterday for health. that donkey-raping shiteater. he's so.. gah.. grrrrr. i hate him. he's too freaking serious. needs to be drugged. and beaten.
speaking of drugged and beaten, there was competition play practice today! i wanted to drug myself, and sign a contractual agreement with someone so that they would beat me. then maybe i'd never have to attend one again. we took pictures for the Paw Prints [i think], and Andrew Kane came for the first 25 minutes of tedious torture. 35+ minutes to read 8 pages?? i think i must be dead. surely anyone who tries out for (and makes) a play completely relating to shakespeare would know how to say words like "thereto" and "herein", right? wrong. and once again, Diana left early. that pisses me off. she's supposed to be doing more each rehearsal then i'll get to do in the production, and she leaves early. fucking hell. people suck at life.