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LRS fest was alright, had a good time, could have had a better time though. After only a minute or so of standing in the crowd for halfway hollow, I got busted in the nose by some dumb bitch's camera which she had tied around her wrist, and she wasn't holding onto it. So, it's flaining around, and finds my nose. I have a nice little bruise too. Bitch. I should have wripped it off of her wrist and claimed it for my own out of her sheer stupidity.
Nearly slapped a bitch, Megan nearly slapped a bitch, Hank nearly punched a couple assholes, and Paul was too. Kenna was trying not to be landed on or kicked in the head, and Clara was there with us probably trying not to slap a bitch too. Lots of violence. Lots of assholes. So, as soon as we came, we left the crowd. Hank smuggled in two quart-sized bags of hot damn! in Megan's sprots Bra, and he drank 'em both pretty quick. Paul helped some, too. It was great seeing Kenna and Paul - if only we hadn't been landed on and pushed around so much in the crowd. We weren't even near the mosh pit - everything was jsut crazy and stupid. I've been to concerts where you were pushed up against nasty sweaty boys, and the whole crowd was swaying, adn you had to keep your footing unless you wanted to fall on someone, and sometimes it would get a little push-and-shove, but these people were just assholes - didn't try and help anyone out, fights all over the place, people going to the hospital... crazy. I prefer a slightly more mellow setting. getting pushed/pushing around is cool sometimes. it's ice to let that aggression out in the form of wailing on someone to good tunes, but if I would have stayed in there longer than one song, my ass would have beat. And I probably would have had to convince some dumb bitch to shut up - a'la my fists.
The one I almost got into it with - I wanted to fucking slap her so bad. Kenna and paul both go tknocked to the ground, and she was mouthing off something about them, and i told her she needed to shut the fuck up about my friends, because I/we were trying to enjoy the concert just like everyone else. I didn't appreciate her runnign her mouth about my friends. Then some guy was getting up in Paul's face and Hank said (in a few choice words) that wasn't a good idea. So we found a nice patch of concrete bench back a ways, and chilled out. 3 days grace was pretty good, and halfway hollow was too fucking whiny for my taste. On the radio they're not bad, but live they are too whiny.
Hank got drunk, I got to DD, Megan was tired, and Paul ended up feeling like shit by the end of the night. Kenna was feeling a little poo-ey too. I'm soar, even though we only went out in the crowd twice. and my nose is bruised.
Came back to mom's, ate taco bell, drank an amaretto sour and went to bed.
Today, i've got a shit-ton of homework to do - so if you'll excuse me i'm gonan go get something done. Adios!
Nearly slapped a bitch, Megan nearly slapped a bitch, Hank nearly punched a couple assholes, and Paul was too. Kenna was trying not to be landed on or kicked in the head, and Clara was there with us probably trying not to slap a bitch too. Lots of violence. Lots of assholes. So, as soon as we came, we left the crowd. Hank smuggled in two quart-sized bags of hot damn! in Megan's sprots Bra, and he drank 'em both pretty quick. Paul helped some, too. It was great seeing Kenna and Paul - if only we hadn't been landed on and pushed around so much in the crowd. We weren't even near the mosh pit - everything was jsut crazy and stupid. I've been to concerts where you were pushed up against nasty sweaty boys, and the whole crowd was swaying, adn you had to keep your footing unless you wanted to fall on someone, and sometimes it would get a little push-and-shove, but these people were just assholes - didn't try and help anyone out, fights all over the place, people going to the hospital... crazy. I prefer a slightly more mellow setting. getting pushed/pushing around is cool sometimes. it's ice to let that aggression out in the form of wailing on someone to good tunes, but if I would have stayed in there longer than one song, my ass would have beat. And I probably would have had to convince some dumb bitch to shut up - a'la my fists.
The one I almost got into it with - I wanted to fucking slap her so bad. Kenna and paul both go tknocked to the ground, and she was mouthing off something about them, and i told her she needed to shut the fuck up about my friends, because I/we were trying to enjoy the concert just like everyone else. I didn't appreciate her runnign her mouth about my friends. Then some guy was getting up in Paul's face and Hank said (in a few choice words) that wasn't a good idea. So we found a nice patch of concrete bench back a ways, and chilled out. 3 days grace was pretty good, and halfway hollow was too fucking whiny for my taste. On the radio they're not bad, but live they are too whiny.
Hank got drunk, I got to DD, Megan was tired, and Paul ended up feeling like shit by the end of the night. Kenna was feeling a little poo-ey too. I'm soar, even though we only went out in the crowd twice. and my nose is bruised.
Came back to mom's, ate taco bell, drank an amaretto sour and went to bed.
Today, i've got a shit-ton of homework to do - so if you'll excuse me i'm gonan go get something done. Adios!