ears broken, eyes blinded, mostly happy

I saw AFI. I saw AFI! *dance* Thing is, I'm not really a concert person. I knew this before, but I'm sure of it now. I like the musical aspect, but I'm not about to jump around like an idiot. I don't mosh, I don't crowd surf, and I'll only raise my hands and obscure someone else's view if enough other people are doing it as well... and provided I have enough room. Which I didn't after the first band left the stage. And I had a drink for the first band, so my hands were otherwise occupied.
In short, I will happily listen to the music. I'll sing along. But you will not see me hopping around along with everyone else. I'm not that girl, okay?

Anyway. After spending an hour in line, which was wrapped around the building, I was pretty sure my brain cells had melted. Not only were we just about the only people not dressed in AFI swag from head to toe, we were also the only people old enough to drink. Well, for the giant section of the line we were stuck with, anyway. The people behind us? IDIOTS. I had to resist the urge to turn around, stare, and then ask, "Are you stupid or something?" Luckily, once we made it through the door, we lost them. We didn't lose some of the people we were standing behind, but that was okay.
Spent the first half hour looking for Jessie. We never did find her. Cass did find the bar, so she bought a drink and then bought me a drink shortly before the first band [The Scare? Dunno.] took the stage.
In order to avoid the mosh pit, you had to pick your speaker OR sit down in the back. We ended up on the left side. Or... the side closest to the exit. Which was fine. There weren't that many tall people and it was obvious you'd get to see the band. Peachy.
Until one of the girls up front decided to sit on her boyfriend's shoulder. Which was annoying enough without realizing that you could see her ass crack. So someone, I'm guessing a friend, was in charge of putting their hand over said crack until security told her to get the fuck down. Which did not stop two other people in the same area from trying this trick [without the crack-age] again during the night.
So, after half an hour, band one leaves the stage. Dunno how long it takes for the second band to take the stage, but once they do, it's the longest sound check issue ever. By this point my left ear has begun to ring and I wonder if I'll be able to hear again properly.
I should mention that the first band seemed genuinly happy to be there. In fact, about the only thing I could see 90% of the time was the drummer grinning. Which was the best thing about... the band. Not sure if it was the band or just my ears bleeding out. Second band did little for me song wise. However, they did get the crowd to suddenly pour onto the floor and that was a bitch.
Considering our location, people kept shoving past me to stand directly in front of Cass. Who is a little over five feet tall, so it was really fucking rude. But the biggest bitch damn near broke my left elbow as she shoved by so violently, then stood in front of the shortest people on our side of the stage, chatting with her equally rude friend who'd done the same thing earlier, only they hadn't made it past my elbow.
But she wasn't the worse. The worst was this guy who appeared halfway through AFI's set. And he was hopping up and down. On my foot.
So I elbowed him. Repeatedly. He stopped smashing my foot, but kept hopping around like a bunny on drugs. Sometime towards the end of the set, someone tried to push through again, only I stood with my arms at angles and held my ground. Which was satisfying to say the least.

Anyway. AFI. Eeeeee! Sure, the lights blinded me. Repeatedly. Sure, during some of their StS stuff, I was sure either my heart would jump right out of my chest or my eardrums would burst. But totally worth it. If, for whatever reason, I need to remember this, they were all in white. The better for the blacklights to play with, I suppose, and we were on the Hunter side of the stage. Which was great the last half or so, cuz he was funny to watch.

*think* Other than the begining and ending, I don't remember the order of the songs.

-Prelude 12/21
The Leaving Song Part 2
Silver and Cold
Love Like Winter
Endlessly, She Said [yaaaaaayyy!]
Bleed Black
Dancing Through Sunday
Girl's Not Grey
This Time Imperfect [Yes. I died happy, right then, as it is possibly my favorite song EVER.]
Summer Shudder
*Kill Caustic
*Death of Seasons
*God Called in Sick Today
-Miss Murder

* Kay. Totally cheating and relying on people who know the older stuff, but I guessed right and they played God Called In Sick Today annnnnd ...wait, no. I forgot to put Death of Seasons on the list last night, but I know the song, so there's still another one missing. What are you, little song?


And then two songs I can't ID because I don't know them. I suck, I know. I keep thinking I'm forgetting another one though.

Waited 40 minutes between stretch armstrong and AFI for an hour long set.

Ringing in my ears is completely offset by Endlessly and Imperfect. :D

And highly amused by the response to chants of "play the old stuff!" Davey says, "Sure, this one's old. We learned it last year." Obviously one of the DU tracks, but I don't recall which.

Lose your name

  My mother is mocking me simply because I still have my I'm legal and can drink wristband slapped on my wrist. I was too tired to yank it off yesterday, okay? But yes, she's right in that whole theory that if you take it off, it'll mean it's over. So we'll deal with that later. Proof of my exhaustion? I toddled off to bed a little after two in the morning and didn't wake up until 7:30. I should mention that I almost always wake up by six, no matter when I fall asleep. About the time dawn starts to streak the sky with pretty colors, my internal clock screams at me to wake up.

Nope. Nuh uh. And I was still tired, so I passed out again. Repeatedly.

And now for something completely different. I'd forgotten how much I love the sleeves on this shirt. They're really long, but not big bat wings [which are fine, btw, but only if it's intentional], so I can fidget and hide my hands when I want to. Why, oh why, do I only own two of these? Oh yeah, because I have to wear them under another shirt. Still... sleeves! *fidgets happily*

I should be paid this week, knock on wood. Which means I can buy a couple of presents, pay off Chill, and finish paying off my dress. Yes, many plans for such a small check. Which reminds me, no one here has asked me what I want for the holiday season. Should I take that as a bad sign? Ah well. More to Christmas than gifts. Namely, praying for not having to work. :P

See how I can say so much and not dwell on anything of massive importance? No having to worry about deep thoughts of any persuasion around here. Which is probably exactly what I've been angling for in the past... forever. But especially since the Victim thing came at work the other day. My brain has alternated between total fluff and flashbacks. Gotta say it's not fun. So having my eardrums blown out, my feet stepped on, and my eyes blinded by a thousand lights was a satisfying distraction.

Tonight I shall return to work where I shall once again realize how much I do not fit in anywhere. Does that feeling ever go away? I'm not actively looking for someplace where I fit in, it would just be nice to know whether I'll always feels like the odd person out or not. I'm leaning towards thinking it's a forever and ever deal.

I wish my muse were around. I wish my brain weren't busy trying to convince me to send my muse away because nothing will come of it anyway.

I also wish my room would magically clean itself. That would be nice. As it is, it involves a massive balancing act to get through the door. You have to squeeze through the door, step to the left and reach up, grab the bar above head, and then haul yourself out and over the pile of stuff I can't be bothered to move just yet. Then you're pretty much set. But the bar move amuses me, so I use that as my excuse.

I'll let you tear it up, if you don't wake me up