*incoherent raving*
I....am so mad. No, mad doesn't do the emotion justice. I'm livid. I just found out that switchfoot is playing in rochester ON MY BIRTHDAY, which is just perfect, right? Well, apparently I'm unable to go, because its HOLY FUCKING THURSDAY. It's not my fault that I was unlucky enough to be born during "lent". And I really don't see why I have to miss out on seeing my favorite band just because some bearded dude had some fucking meal on that night thousands of fucking years ago. People eat every day, it's nothing to get all solemn about and completely rearrange our lives for. So, in summary, on my eighteenth birthday, instead of going to a kickass concert, I will be spending my time in a place that I loathe more than any other. Church. Which I just spent like, 3 hours in last night. Have you any idea how enraging it is to waste so much time on a religion that you don't even believe in? Life is short, I don't want to spend it in some stuffy, tacky building filled with old people and children whose wild, free spirits have been crushed by their holier-than-thou parents. Ya know what one of my biggests goals in life is? To have pre-marital sex in a church. Right on the alter. Talk about a protest. But anyway, I'm pissed. People are supposed to give something up for lent, right? Well, I gave up the little bit of freedom that I had. Now, I usually don't make a big deal out of birthdays, I mean, so the earth has gone around the sun one more time, so what? But this my 18th birthday. I would like to do something that I actually enjoy doing for a fucking change. No, ya know what? I'm not gonna let this happen. I vow to be the biggest bitch my mother has ever seen for the next week, or however long it takes for her to realize that I won't stand for this kind of bullshit. Of course, by the time the message get's through her thick head, the tickets will probably be sold out. But at least my point will be made.