way to go, trail of dead. way to play about six songs, three of which were without one of your guitar players because he got really drunk and couldn't stand up (then running across the stage to try to evade the people who were trying to help him stand up and remove him from the stage), and then on the sixth (or so) song say, "okay, this is our last song", play two notes and smash your guitar, walk offstage and push the drunk man (who walked up at the end of the last song, intent on joining the show) into large amplifiers, thus sending him head over foot over amp backwards across the stage. here, here.

i'm still bitter. i wanted more. but oh, rockstars will be boys. at least my trail of dead hooded sweatshirt kept me perfectly warm and cozy in the harsh cold of a floridian november evening.

hahahahahahaha. oh, cold. i asked what kind of temperatures i should expect if i were to go to sweden in the early part of '07. i was told to prepare for minus five--nothing above zero at night.

O_O i'll need those chemical hand warmers pasted to my body in order to survive. ha.

anyway. out of the four bands that played last night, the second performance was probably my favourite. some weird thing called 'celebration'. funky. fun to watch. one of the better songs i heard is on their myspace, which i will now promptly add to my profile. voila.

okay. i look like a total emo today, might i add. even busted out the glasses.

okay. write.