Well, on Thursday actually. AKA exam day of brutality. When will I learn that studying a little bit every day is an infallible method of learning and cramming is painful and ineffective? Blahhhh.
This weekend was great. I survived the Cessna. I took pictures but I misplaced my camera so I may never see them again. Morbid Angel was awesome and I had a great view of everything unlike any other time I go to the Culture room. Some of the dudes look a little heroin-thin/strung out and David Vincent looks like an updated hair-metal dude, but it doesn't really matter. They can look like whatever the crap they want because they're evil. Besides, no one could have looked weirder than Behemoth that night.
I got called a cunt-rag behind my back which only reinforces my stand that people shouldn't pretend to like each other if they don't. It wasn't a far off description though, considering I do have a cunt and I was on the rag at the time. Eh? Eh??
I got some more records in the mail today: Khayembi Communique/Vidablue split, Dropdead discography, and a Progeria split to name a few. I also got some sweet books in the mail that I can't start reading until after my tests on Thursday.
Oh! And I can't believe I missed Fight Amputation on Monday. People need to advertise shows better! I could have totally gone if I had only been reminded with a flier or some crap. :/
Bad news for South Dakota fetuses:
Abortion Clinic to be built on SD Indian Reservation