Kittie Concert!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday I went to the Kittie Concert. It was so fucking awesome. There were a couple other bands that played; In the Moment, 36 Crazyfists, Walls of Jericho, and I can't remember the name of the other one. By the time Kittie came out it gotten so sweaty and cramped in the room that my friends and I were getting sick. It was at a place called Rock n Roll Pizza and there was a bar in it. The only place to smoke was in the bar and everytime I went in there I felt like punching people that wouldn't get the fuck out of my way. It was ridiculas. There were so many people.
When Kittie came out, I was maybe 5 feet from the stage. Needless to say, my throat was raw and scratchy the next day and I was so sore from being knocked around so much. Aside from that, after the concert we all got drunk. I got more drunk than I have been in a long time. I don't remember a lot of the night after we started drinking. I guess I was yelling at everyone and started crying. I couldn't sit up, I kept falling and telling everyone to leave me the fuck alone. That's what I've been told. I feel stupid for getting that out of hand but fuck, I needed to get wasted. I just didn't plan on getting that wasted.
It's the last week of winter quarter. I can't beleive I've made it through another quarter. I can't believe that I'm actually fairly good in my classes this quarter. I have been having such a hard time, what with staying sane and all. It felt good to be able to fucking scream and get pissed at the concert. And then to get wasted. It was great.
I'm moving out of my dads in April. I'm moving in with Jen and Casey, and Chloe aka Tinky. I fucking love that kid. I'm so scared but excited at the same time. We're not moving too far from where I live now, just a couple of blocks so I'll be able to go to my dads and help him out when he needs me to and just go to hang out. I'll be busy though with Spring quarter. I got another full load of classes to get out of the way. After that, summer quarter will be simple. I think I'm only taking maybe 6 or 7 credits and one class will be an online class so that'll be nice. I won't have to head out in 90 something degree everyday with long sleeves and a fucking smile plastered on my face. I can sit in my room, in a short sleeve shirt with a fan and be fucking great.
God, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. But I can't. I don't have the time.
When Kittie came out, I was maybe 5 feet from the stage. Needless to say, my throat was raw and scratchy the next day and I was so sore from being knocked around so much. Aside from that, after the concert we all got drunk. I got more drunk than I have been in a long time. I don't remember a lot of the night after we started drinking. I guess I was yelling at everyone and started crying. I couldn't sit up, I kept falling and telling everyone to leave me the fuck alone. That's what I've been told. I feel stupid for getting that out of hand but fuck, I needed to get wasted. I just didn't plan on getting that wasted.
It's the last week of winter quarter. I can't beleive I've made it through another quarter. I can't believe that I'm actually fairly good in my classes this quarter. I have been having such a hard time, what with staying sane and all. It felt good to be able to fucking scream and get pissed at the concert. And then to get wasted. It was great.
I'm moving out of my dads in April. I'm moving in with Jen and Casey, and Chloe aka Tinky. I fucking love that kid. I'm so scared but excited at the same time. We're not moving too far from where I live now, just a couple of blocks so I'll be able to go to my dads and help him out when he needs me to and just go to hang out. I'll be busy though with Spring quarter. I got another full load of classes to get out of the way. After that, summer quarter will be simple. I think I'm only taking maybe 6 or 7 credits and one class will be an online class so that'll be nice. I won't have to head out in 90 something degree everyday with long sleeves and a fucking smile plastered on my face. I can sit in my room, in a short sleeve shirt with a fan and be fucking great.
God, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. But I can't. I don't have the time.