My Weekend (Van123)

Amazing. One word says it all. But I'll write a few more.

I went out with Kenshi on Friday. Not something I do very often, but fun none-the-less. We went to Brixton. To the ghetto. And in this ghetto, is this building, with the most amazing Germans in it. Rammstein. Rammstein are definately in my top 5 bands, so this was an amazing experience, which I would gladly pay £30 for again. Apocalyptica were supporting. They're alright, I'm listening to them now. They mainly do Metallica covers, but with cellos and stuff.

So then they went off, and Teh 'Stein came on. My God I've only seen that much energy from Iron Maiden. These guys were on fire, literally. There was fire everywhere. Every other song had pyrotechnics involved. Not only that, but the crazy Germans played with fire while playing their instruments. They had these sort of gask masks, with foot long noses. And when they sang, flames burst 20 foot into the air. Till had a flamethrower, which he played with for a bit, firing it at an oversized cooking pot with the keyboardist in. There was lots of fire.

The highlight of the concert was Rammstein, though. Obviously the theme song, and it was performed so well. Live always sounds so different to the album versions, and you could really feel the heat *ba-doom tish* from Rammstein's performance.

Then, I left Kenshi and his mate and set off for the train ride home. I popped a squat next to a 50 year old rocker with a mullet, his gang was cool. We got to talking. The'd been on Thursday and Friday. Hardcore. Anyway, when I got back to my home station, I stood at the top of my road and looked down it. Two minute walk home, or 15 minute walk to a mates house for a party. The latter, clearly, was the better option. So I ran half the way, turning up at his at about 00:05. Rock on. I was all partied out by the time I got there, and only the cool people were left. That was great. Meant I didn'[t have to spend hours pretending to like the people who were talking to me. There was about 15 people left, msot were drunk. "Want a drink, Chris?" You know I did. First drink in six hours! A bottle of Sainsbury's lemonade. Best drink ever. No alcohol for me, I'm clean for the next few months, until my exams are over. I'm kind glad I missed the mass party stage, and got there at the social stage. That was cool.

That was a great night. I left my mates house 7ish, and a few mates came back to mine to watch Team America before they went home. I fell asleep before the main Dicks and Pussies speech. Amazing fun. That girl was there. The one that's obsessed with me. My mate told me today that when she was drunk, she blurted out that she was only staying the night to see me. Ok... As long as she doesn't come on to me, then it's all good. But what's this? She does? Queue Ride Of The Valkyries. I manage to dodge that bullet though, by simply explaining that I've got my heart set on someone else, which is the truth really. And telling's the truth's for winners. That's why I told her that I don't like her. It's better that she hears it from me, again, than everyone else... again. Two of my mates also tried smoking that night. I told them they were stupid, and only to smoke drugs, cos cigarettes taste like shit. Pipes and cigars are allowed, though.

Sunday, I did some coursework. Meh

5Gs, Daz.