Milk Lizard.

There is something that I like about blogging. I guess it gives me the insentive to do things so I can blog about them. I don't even care if people read ir or not, I just like the fact that I can report that I have done something. I guess it also acts as a way to provide people who do care to read and follow, a quick update on what I'm doing, even though I really should find the time to sit down and have a conversation with them about life. But, I guess what is sad in a way is the fact that people now can't find the time for a conversation, so as substitue, they can find 5 minutes out of their day to read. I know I still read people's blogs who I don't really talk to anymore, just to see how they are, even though the conversation would never happen in reality. So far, it's good to see everyone is happy.

This week has been quite crazy. On Monday we started our drama group performance. *cringe* I'd rather not talk about that but baisically we have to perform a ten minute piece on Monday as part of our assessment. It makes it very hard for someone who wants to do well, do well, when half of the group does not show up for organised rehearsals. endrant.

Thursday I skipped Ed Psyc. to go to the movies. I needed it. I had been feeling crap all week and the new Nightmare on Elm Street was exactly the bad horror movie I needed. Thursday night was the Rugby Grand Final. I didn't even go. I went to trivia night with Sammi, Craig, and Glen instead. But upon returning home I was told we lost. Ah well, only a game. What is pathetic was the fact that the winning team had to come to our college at horrendous hours in the morning, yelling and screaming waking the entire college up. Not to mention drunken assholes outside my room kept me awake, even when I screamed for them to shut up. And to top it all off, a window got smashed and I totalled 3 hours sleep. Woot. I was a happy chappy on Friday morning. If you cant detect my sarcasm, leave this page now.

Friday night was what I have been hanging out for for weeks now The Dillinger Escape Plan.
 

I caught the bus into town and I am so glad I took my umbrella. It was pissing down raining. Sprinted down to the Metro when I ran into Dom, Luke and Krystal. They let me cut in line with them upon the condition that my umbrella protect them from the rain. Secretly, I think Dom was afraid the rain would turn his hair frizzy. Dom naturally has curly hair… It’s a joke. Oh, never mind.

Didn’t have to wait long until we were inside, and I immediately snagged myse.lf a spot front and centre where I ensured I remained for the entire evening.

Now, I have to point out a few bad things about the music scene. It would be unlike me if I didn’t.

Fat sweaty metal kids. Cut your hair and get of a tread mill because I am sick of your bitch tits staring me in the face. Also, don’t stand there bitching about the set up of the rigs. If you knew your shit you would be employed by a band to set them up. Also, boys. Yes, I do appreciate the attention you place on your hair. I can see you have tattoo’s, they are very pretty. But I’m sorry, I do not pay good money to stand and look at you. My attention is else where, such as, the band I came here to watch.

Annnnnnnnnnnnd finally, to the moron out of his skull screaming “dillllllllllllllllllllllllllingerrrrrrrr” over and over again. Although your screaming is terribly annoying and if I were a band I would want to come out as soon as possible to shut you the fuck up, there exists a quick thing called sound check which must be conducted before commencing a performance. Basically, this guy was being a pain in everyone’s asses so I told him to shove it. I don’t think he liked it very much considering everyone in the crowd bar his equally annoying little posse of just barely over 18 friends, gave me a thumbs up, high five or joined in telling him to shut his trap. The best retort he could come up with: Oh I’m sorry Paris. Clearly your not a good fan. WTF? Yes, I am a fan of The Dillinger Escape Plan. I payed good money to come watch them, if that is not proof enough I don’t know what else you require. What I am not a fan of, is ecky fucked retards like you pissing me, along with everyone else in the crowd off. Fuck sake. Endrant.

First band: Periphery. Quite impressive. Bought their CD afterwards and had a chat to the singer and bass player at the end of the show. Lovely boys. Check them out if you want.

2^nd: Maylene and the Son’s of Disaster. I was informed they are shit live. Well, that was the impression you gain when you wach shitty youtube video’s!

Loved every second of it. The singer reminded me of Johnny Knoxville and was equally as crazy. Highlight’s included throwing himself into the crowd, running around the stage like a madman and throwing his mike into the audience to let everyone sing for him. I was talking to a guy next to me who was studying music at Hillsong Uni or something. Hillsong *shudders* He was originally from Canada and especially came to see them. He caught the mike, sang his heart out with me and got a hug and high five from the singer. Made his night and it made me smile. These guys were no bullshit. They wanted us to have a good time and they left the ego at the door. Incredible musician’s who put on an amazing show. More musicians should take a leaf out of their book.

Finally, Dillinger. Even better than when I saw them at soundwave. The use of smoke machines and the strobe light made me a happy girl. Tight as and again, put on an amazing performance. The guitarists are impeccable and the drummer, indescribable. I couldn’t get over the precision. Laughed so hard when lead guitar jumped into the pit and played while everyone moshed around him, all the while without missing a single note. Dillinger went insane. They threw shit around, ran all over the stage, climbed up and jumped off anything they wanted. They went mental and for the grand finale, smashed their guitars and desecrated the drum kit. Definitely the most fun I have had in a long time and it felt good to release some angry and tension from this week.

 My treasures from the show :)

Then trekked home in the rain, my shoes got soaked but it didn’t matter. Jumped in the shower then spoke to Nath until I fell asleep. I slept until 4:45pm Saturday. Eeek. Ah well, made up for all the stress and sleep I have lost over this week. Few more weeks until exams.