OK kids, update time!
SO, Friday night, saw BLEEDING THROUGH. Truth be Told played, a local hardcore band, they really are fantastic, check them out if you like that sort of thing, they cover Madball's 'Pride' *thumbs up*. Cult of Luna were...meh...I actually really like them but they are what I call 'background music' and to be brutally honest, I was more than a little bored
...I've got them on now though actually, good stuff 
. Just...not live, especailly inbetween two bands which get you siked up...I didn't dance for Bleeding Through purely because...well, where I'm from, there's a gaggle of kids who go to every show, no matter what/who it is. They use it as a social event, rather than to see bands they truly like. Now, I've got nothing against this, but when they insist on getting in the way and ruining it for people who genuinly like, nay, LOVE the band, it saddens me. Also, these people need to realise IF YOU ARE GOING TO STAND NEAR DANCERS, YOU MAY GET HIT. My boyfriend punched me square in the ear while I was standing there minding my own buisness, but I didn't make a fuss because THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES. I'm not saying that HxC kids own every show and that 'minimoshers' (and yes, I would expect to see them at a Bleeding Through show, I wasn't surprised) aren't allowed on the dance floor, but a certain level of tolerance is needed from both sides. Obviously I'm biased towards bashing the little fuckers heads in but hey...
ALSO. Get off the railing you stupid, stupid girls. He is not going to fall in love with you if you bawl in his face and weep uncontrolably about almost touching one of his legs. All you are doing is making a great step for headwalking
AND TO THE CUNT WHO SNATCHED THE MIC AWAY FROM BRANDON - I paid my money to see Bleeding Through to hear HIM sing, not you. If he's going to put the mic out there and give you the priviledge of singing along, fair enough. But it is fucking disrespectful to literally wrestle it out of his hand just so you can get your 5 seconds of kudos. Minus 10 scene point for YOU.
Saturday morning xfloorpunchx and I trekked up to London to join Cherry, Ciel, pixeljuicer, NoScar and Marianna for sushi, coffee and cake (no kink this time
) and then we went off on a touristy jaunt. AND I BOUGHT MY VERY FIRST WAIST CINCHER 
Oh it's so pretty. We (me and the boy, not me and the cincher) sat in the dark and the rain infront of Nelsons Column for an hour or so, just comfortably co-existing. Awww, how emo 
Then we went back to TAHQ for Woody Allen based japery, and I passed out asleep on the floor ten minutes into Anchorman Well, that's all I remember anyway...
Today has mostly been spent being utter, utter geeks in the big ol' comic shop in London, seriously, we wasted an obscene amount of time nerding over the toys and books and things and stuff. Finally, a boy who gets just as excited as me over plastic figurines and film memorabilia. Score.
Oh and Happy Valentines Day to you all. Have some funny eye-hearts
Over and Out
Miss Discotheque
x
SO, Friday night, saw BLEEDING THROUGH. Truth be Told played, a local hardcore band, they really are fantastic, check them out if you like that sort of thing, they cover Madball's 'Pride' *thumbs up*. Cult of Luna were...meh...I actually really like them but they are what I call 'background music' and to be brutally honest, I was more than a little bored
...I've got them on now though actually, good stuff . Just...not live, especailly inbetween two bands which get you siked up...I didn't dance for Bleeding Through purely because...well, where I'm from, there's a gaggle of kids who go to every show, no matter what/who it is. They use it as a social event, rather than to see bands they truly like. Now, I've got nothing against this, but when they insist on getting in the way and ruining it for people who genuinly like, nay, LOVE the band, it saddens me. Also, these people need to realise IF YOU ARE GOING TO STAND NEAR DANCERS, YOU MAY GET HIT. My boyfriend punched me square in the ear while I was standing there minding my own buisness, but I didn't make a fuss because THAT'S THE WAY IT GOES. I'm not saying that HxC kids own every show and that 'minimoshers' (and yes, I would expect to see them at a Bleeding Through show, I wasn't surprised) aren't allowed on the dance floor, but a certain level of tolerance is needed from both sides. Obviously I'm biased towards bashing the little fuckers heads in but hey...
ALSO. Get off the railing you stupid, stupid girls. He is not going to fall in love with you if you bawl in his face and weep uncontrolably about almost touching one of his legs. All you are doing is making a great step for headwalking
AND TO THE CUNT WHO SNATCHED THE MIC AWAY FROM BRANDON - I paid my money to see Bleeding Through to hear HIM sing, not you. If he's going to put the mic out there and give you the priviledge of singing along, fair enough. But it is fucking disrespectful to literally wrestle it out of his hand just so you can get your 5 seconds of kudos. Minus 10 scene point for YOU.
Saturday morning xfloorpunchx and I trekked up to London to join Cherry, Ciel, pixeljuicer, NoScar and Marianna for sushi, coffee and cake (no kink this time
) and then we went off on a touristy jaunt. AND I BOUGHT MY VERY FIRST WAIST CINCHER Oh it's so pretty. We (me and the boy, not me and the cincher) sat in the dark and the rain infront of Nelsons Column for an hour or so, just comfortably co-existing. Awww, how emo Then we went back to TAHQ for Woody Allen based japery, and I passed out asleep on the floor ten minutes into Anchorman Well, that's all I remember anyway...
Today has mostly been spent being utter, utter geeks in the big ol' comic shop in London, seriously, we wasted an obscene amount of time nerding over the toys and books and things and stuff. Finally, a boy who gets just as excited as me over plastic figurines and film memorabilia. Score.
Oh and Happy Valentines Day to you all. Have some funny eye-hearts
Over and Out
Miss Discotheque
x
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They played four songs that lasted an average of 14 minutes. I feel your pain.
sure... touch me anywhere you like