i know i write too many posts. it's because i lost my brains memory storage this is a lame attempt to replace it.

Well I’m sitting in my car outside the Marilyn Manson/Slayer concert- in a huge fucking storm, fuck. I stood in line among all the crazed fans, thrilled at just the fact I knew how close I was to the man I’ve always admired to the core. But the shows been postponed and all us fans are waiting in our cars sopping wet, the lightning, the thunder, the rain; none of it bothered me, it’s all about the music. If anything the dark clouds and storm would add to the environment, considering the setting wasn’t so suitable before… All I’m worried about is if the storm doesn’t end the concert won’t happen at all. I’ve been looking forward to this for so long, pulling into the parking lot I almost cried- pathetic I know. I will sit here for months to see this concert, but I know if the storm doesn’t end soon I won’t have to, won’t get to. ):

Considering the circumstances I am writing this on a document with the lack of internet access and all, so won’t be posting it until tonight probably. Or tomorrow, because tonight I’ll hopefully be watching Marilyn and experiencing the extremes of every emotion. The man amazes me, I look up to him, relate to him. Everyone around me bashes him when it’s really a dig at me I feel. Doesn’t bother me, I know they just don’t understand, no one can.

I Have To Look Up Just To See Hell – Marilyn Manson