Sleepwalking my way through life: "And you're too tall!"



"And you're too tall!"

Call me Hamlet.

I'm procrastinating again. English homework is due for last period and I'm spending my time on the interweb checking my haunts and updating this place.

I have a pretty cool blog that I've typed up offline, but it's at home on my Lapdancer.

My mum is starting to think that I'm an internet addict considering the amount of time I spend on it. True, I do spend copious amounts of time in the virtual world, but that doesn't mean that I'm an addict. It just means that I... like it.

If she wants to see if I'm an addict for anything she should take away my coke supply for a week.

So I blame the lack of updates on my female parental unit. Not on the fact that every chance I have on the interweb is spent playing some more of Guild Wars. I'm not that sad.

Half an hour to go before lunch. Then I'll have a real excuse not to do my homework. Food is priority over all else. Even Guild Wars.

I sneak another sip from my bottle or Ribena and let the juice slosh around in my mouth. I swallow, leaving a residual stinging on the inside of my lips. I gently tongue the small lump on my top lip and a much larger one on my bottom one. The result of a fist smashing into your face.

The mosh pit was one of the best parts of the concert. I jumped in on a whim, the music wasn't all too good and I needed some entertainment. Bodies heaved into each other and fists began to fly everywhere. I landed two or three blows before being pushed out, but I jumped back in with increased rigor. I hammered at a bare back before it turned around to reveal Gary in his Goth costume for Hallow'een. I laughed my apology and continued on, the music had become faster and more people joined in. A fist connected with my stomach, and I returned it with a punch to the chest. The topless man glared at me and started a flurry of punches. I hammered back with equal force before we pushed ourselves apart. We laughed. We shook hands. And we returned to the fray. Another song went by, and I turned round to make a random swing at an unknown stranger, but I caught a glimpse of a fist before my face entered a whole world of pain. I stumbled out of the pit and steadied myself, spitting into my hand to confirm what I already knew.

Blood.

I headed back to Jeff and Laura, wiping my mouth on my arm as I went. The bleeding slowed by the time I reached them and soon closed a while later. The band left and Randy came on. Me, Rooney and Alan made our way to the front to get to a good spot for Flogging Molly but we ended up almost at the barrier and having fun with Randy. They finsiehd their set and after a short while a girl tapped me on the shoulder.

"You're too tall!"

"I'm sorry, but it's not my fault."

"Can I get in front of you?"

"No."

"Please!"

"We've been waiting here for ages."

"But I'm a real Flogging Molly fan!" She exclaims, pointing to her newly bought Flogging Molly t-shirt.

"And?"

"And you're too tall!"

She eventually whined enough so I shuffled over and let her in. We started talking, but she was a bit ditsy and the band came on soon to save me from talking to her. They were pretty amazing, making the crowd go mad with people surging to the front. After about six or seven songs I told Rooney that I was heading out since I was being squashed so much. I turned round and pushed myself up on the two guys behind me. The instinctively grabbed my legs and crowd surfed me out. Since I was near the front I didn't stay up too long, but it was fun none the less.

They ended, and I got a photo with one of one of the members with Maddy and Jeff before Millencolin came on. I wasn't too interested in this band so I joined into another mosh pit before meeting up with Gary and Rooney again. We decided all to crowd-surf from the middle so we could stay up longer. And we did. And it was amazing.

The wound down after that. I went home and talked to Marie on the phone for a while. My ears were ringing really badly though, and I couldn't hear much of what she was saying so we parted ways and I laid on my bed. My muscles ached with the promise of pain the next morning. No bruises though, that's good. Redsiliency is a good thing, it means that if I have a bruise then it really must have hurt.

The bell is about to ring. So I bid thee good bye.
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3 Comments:

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At 10:50 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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At 10:50 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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