Alright, you guys. My time has come and past. So sad, actually, but anyways:
I left my house at around 3:30 pm yesterday. I just finished my homework, and I was PSYCHED for the concert. Going down the highway, I saw many of those stereotypical black-clad metal heads in little black cars, all going, I was assuming, to see the greatest band on Earth.
I was there. WHOA. THE SAME ******** BUILDING AS THE FOUR ******** MEN THAT HAVE CHANGED MY ******** LIFE ******** fourth ******** grade. I went to the floor level, where I would, in moments to come, see System of a Down. I waited there for awhile with my parents. People were lighting up already. I, however, highly doubt that when it's 6:48, it's 4:20 somewhere else in the world. so after just standing for five minutes, we went up to see the merchandise. I bought
this shirt and those four pins. (Today, I was licking the one with the missile. X3)
After buying the shirt and the pins, my mother, father, and I went to check out Hella to see if they were really all that bad. Oh Holy Father, why have you decided to put me through Hell(a)?? THEY SUCKED MY NON-EXISTENT c**k (which if I did have one, it would be so much bigger than Daron's, regardless what he actually spoke to us) So when Hella finished, everyone was going, "DUDE IT'S OVER, YES!!!" The second band, The Mars Volta, was so... friggin'... ******** FANTABULAR!!!! I loved them, but it seemed my neighbors didn't. ;.; They were all looking at me strangely was I was headbanging. They whipped out a bass clarinet, and people were going, "DUDE A SILVER AND BLACK SAXOPHONE!!" I rolled my eyes and said, "It's a bass clarinet, and it rocks louder than you will ever do." Suddenly, I get pushed by this b***h running away from the security. I screamed in my mind, "******** YOU, b***h!! IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT FOR BREAKING WHATEVER RULES YOU WERE ******** BREAKING!!"
Finally, after listening to this stoned fat guy saying he loved us all, and after coughing up phlegm from the people lighting up, the lights turned off, and that familiar spotlight on Daron fell. I instantly started singing along. After Soldier Side (Intro) and BYOB played, Cigaro started with a nice introduction of a slowed-down version of Cigaro. Daron started out with, "My c**k... is much... bigger than yoooouuurrsss...." and I yelled, "I highly doubt it!!" After the long introduction, Cigaro finally played. After Cigaro, Daron said, "The new CD, Hypnotize, is coming out this November. This is the coincidently named song, Hypnotize." What a beautiful song! And you know what? I went on their site today, and Hypnotize was playing! WHOA! I get to hear it again!
"GET READY TO PULL THAT TAPEWORM OUT OF YOUR ******** a**!!" yelled Daron. Daron seemed to do most of the talking.
neutral Needles was a kick a** song. I was "pulling" something out of the air, pretending to pull a tapeworm out of some invisiable guys butt. I jumped as high as I can to see Shavo, for he and Daron switched sides. I guess a lot of people thought this, but I could have sworn Shavo pointed at me! I think it's because I was the only one on my side that was jumping so high, and I thought he would notice me yelling his name. Instead of the "Horns of the Devil" sign, I did the "I love you!" sign for him. People thought I was some sort of poseur who didn't know the difference, I think, because somebody pushed me after I put my hand down. I hate people who are without love, of which that sentence is kind of an oxymoron... o_o
After the smoke from the marijuana made my stomach hurt too much (I didn't smoke it! The fumes are sickening.), I sat on the sides for the last bits of the concert. The concert was short because Seattle has a reeeaaaally gay curfew: 11:00. I hate early curfews.
I saw many people from school there.
eek Not only do the majority of short Washingtonians love System, but so does my highschool!