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FreakishIYK (profile) wrote, on 3-23-2005 at 11:45am | |
Current mood: energetic Music: Slipknot-Duality Subject: Fuck yea! |
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Yea, yea. I know I haven't posted for shit in forever but I've just gotta post about last night. Last night, March 22nd of 2005 I went to my first Slipknot concert, and I say my first because I intend to go to many more now. At first I just bought the tickets for Mike's birthday, but God it was incredible. I was afraid he wouldn't have as much fun with me around since he knows...everything about them, but he looked pretty happy all the same. The opening acts were alright but Slipknot was far better. I left with my feet hurting like hell, my voice cracking a lil bit, and extremely tired...but I'd do it again in a heart beat. Poor Mike nearly lost his voice completely. Can't blame him. Hell, if I knew all the lyrics I might have too. I was also pissed at first, not really important but for the sake of taking up space I'll mention it. One of the people I hate most was there and she got better seats then us. I wished I could have gotten better seats for him, this was his birthday present. Anyway, I hated the idea of having her in my view, not sure if he noticed or not. But after slipknot came on and the lights were out I didn't care anymore, I couldn't see her anymore so I just had fun. Something else I just thought of, I think Mike now knows how I feel when ever she's mentioned. I can just mention Gareth and he'll know. Gareth isn't one of my friends, I hate him too, but he made stupid comments about me and Mike like she did and he hates him now. Anyway, back to the concert....God I had so much fun, I wanna go back, I wanna do it again. Also I wish I could have gotten a shirt. I took out $20, and turns out the cheapest shirt they had was $25...damn. Oh well too late now, doesn't do any good to regret now. Well, I think that's about it so I'm gunna jet, besides my cereal is getting all mushy now. Later guys. |
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