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the bled show made me see the scene so differently. i actually started to side with those who hate scenesters.
like, i like that they feel comfortable with the weird hair cuts and the tight pants, or hardcore dancing (some are extremely talented), but it just seems so weird. they're some what rebeling against status quo with their fashion, but its so dumb because they all look the same.
i admit at one time i wanted to be like that, but now its just become too violent. people automatically talk shit and i end up talking shit too because i feel attacked. its not fun going to shows anymore.
and hanging out with the pacific wave guys (all in their 20s AND liz whose 22) and kevin made me realize how stupid it really is. they started listening and enjoying hardcore way earlier than most kids and so they see it in a different light. the light it was in, in the 80s. when they moshed, when guys wore they're own clothes and it got bloody.
people got mad cuz liz, kevin, brian, matt and JD were moshing and all i could do was laugh. it wasnt me who was throwing themself around, it was them, but i got dirty looks. i understood that they were drunk [they were drinking at the pizza grille]and that that was how they were having fun. but liz's old psycho room mate tried to start shit with me to get to liz, had her stupid meth-head friends rush liz and guys were digging their elbows in kevin's back. it was just ridiculously out of hand.
i saw reed there and it pissed me off because of you, kelly. hahahaha. and he was wearing a sweatshirt that said "go vegan". it was more ridiculous than it sounds.
its just being forced so hard. but i know it would be easier if no one gave a fuck what they looked like or how they danced. but its never gonna be like that. i'll stay cheap and have my own fashion, wearing my beloved hoodies and jeans i paid 4-8 dollars for and my old school vans. i'll still have out of control hair and bad acne. for me, its not important.
i'm sorry to anyone who felt like i gave them dirty looks. i was probably just tired.
and to kelly's friends who came into the pizza grille: i'm sorry i didnt say anything, i get hella nervous sometimes.
you all seemed cool cuz you're friends with kelly, i just felt weird.
so for now on, no more shit talking for me and no trying to fit in. if i'm there i must like the music, so THATS my ploy to fit in.
like, i like that they feel comfortable with the weird hair cuts and the tight pants, or hardcore dancing (some are extremely talented), but it just seems so weird. they're some what rebeling against status quo with their fashion, but its so dumb because they all look the same.
i admit at one time i wanted to be like that, but now its just become too violent. people automatically talk shit and i end up talking shit too because i feel attacked. its not fun going to shows anymore.
and hanging out with the pacific wave guys (all in their 20s AND liz whose 22) and kevin made me realize how stupid it really is. they started listening and enjoying hardcore way earlier than most kids and so they see it in a different light. the light it was in, in the 80s. when they moshed, when guys wore they're own clothes and it got bloody.
people got mad cuz liz, kevin, brian, matt and JD were moshing and all i could do was laugh. it wasnt me who was throwing themself around, it was them, but i got dirty looks. i understood that they were drunk [they were drinking at the pizza grille]and that that was how they were having fun. but liz's old psycho room mate tried to start shit with me to get to liz, had her stupid meth-head friends rush liz and guys were digging their elbows in kevin's back. it was just ridiculously out of hand.
i saw reed there and it pissed me off because of you, kelly. hahahaha. and he was wearing a sweatshirt that said "go vegan". it was more ridiculous than it sounds.
its just being forced so hard. but i know it would be easier if no one gave a fuck what they looked like or how they danced. but its never gonna be like that. i'll stay cheap and have my own fashion, wearing my beloved hoodies and jeans i paid 4-8 dollars for and my old school vans. i'll still have out of control hair and bad acne. for me, its not important.
i'm sorry to anyone who felt like i gave them dirty looks. i was probably just tired.
and to kelly's friends who came into the pizza grille: i'm sorry i didnt say anything, i get hella nervous sometimes.
you all seemed cool cuz you're friends with kelly, i just felt weird.
so for now on, no more shit talking for me and no trying to fit in. if i'm there i must like the music, so THATS my ploy to fit in.