The evolution of the deceased dinosaurus sex.

Sorry for the caps abuse up there, but here’s an announcement.

It probably won’t affect many of you all anyway.

My new blog is here.

Voila.

I’m sorry if this offends anyone..? But she sort of gives me a Megan Fox feel.

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Because I went to a concert (part of a three-day festival) by myself (lame, I know), and I heard a band I really liked, I told him to come join me. Everything was pretty cool till the last stage was on. It was a really retarded stage, where all the guards were trying to get you to sit down on the seats they’ve provided. Honestly, not shitting you. They got so pissed yesterday when I, and any other people, stood up.

Anyway.

The next two bands were some of my favourite ones I’ve heard there (yes, they play multiple times on different stages). One is a awesome dubstep band, the other is more on the classic rock side, all from the UK. But anyways, dubstep was on first, and really, who can sit on a chair while listening to dubstep? I had enough, jumped up and got some dirty looks, got my friend up, and we fucking did our shit. By the end of their act, we managed to get the whole crowd standing (we had to run around raising our hands in the air and telling them to stand). Same with the classic rock band, except there was more head banging than jumping around in this one. Sooooo many people took pictures of us and the crowd we created, and fuck man. By the end, we wanted to sneak backstage, so we decided to go out as soon as they came off the stage.

But of course it wasn’t easy.

We were literally surrounded once it ended. A large portion of the crowd wanted to take pictures with us, especially the front-rowers that we interacted with. I swear, we were asked once every… less than a minute? But at some point, we made it out and around near the backstage area. Lucky for us, the security guards weren’t there, so we ran in and saw some guys from the two bands. Then we chilled, got praised a bit for being an awesome crowd, he managed to get a cigarette off them and me some water (no beer, the first band had gone through a lot and the other band still hadn’t touched it, so they’d probably be pissed if there was none left) we hugged/shook hands with them outside and then a shit load of security guys started walking towards us and the band guys told us to go into their little band room. And left after a few minutes.

Didn’t have my camera for this show, got some autographs but couldn’t be bothered unless they came close-ish, but dudes. It. Was. Awesome. UK bands know their shit.

All of this on a Monday, when Tuesday holds an English final exam for him, and a math portfolio that I haven’t started for me. Screwed, but worth it.

My neck hurts now, and I should sleep and work my ass off like a mother fucker tomorrow.

Now I finally understand why it’s awkward to wake up earlier than the person who owns the place. Just checking out my dash and it’s full of pizza. So now I’m a hungry fucker but I don’t want to raid their fridge.

So now I’m sleeping at a friend’s house, and about to go to a concert with the same people. Awkward, but I’ll hopefully live. And fuck tequila, no offense to whoever likes it.

superbigdome-deactivated2011052 asked: watch the love of siam.I'm done watching LATTER day and I cried a lot.

I’ll torrent it right away, thanks for the suggestion!

superbigdome-deactivated2011052 asked: do you watch lgbt movies?

Yep, sure do!

Meeting people from bands or artists is a cool thing. I’m here just to tell you guys about two of my friends, and them meeting two people they respect. I’ll keep it short. Real short.

Pavle. He met the guitarist from Avenged Sevenfold, Synyster Gates, while pissing. Legit. He was just pissing in the boy’s bathroom and here comes Gates asking if it’s alright to piss there too. Let’s just say Pavle gaped a bit. This took place in Singapore, I believe.

Caspar. He met Dizzee Rascal when he went to England for spring break. Needed to take a piss, and oh hello there, a wild grime artist appeared. “Are you…?” “Yeah.” And the kid is still freaking out about it, haha.

Anyone have a cool story about meeting a band/artist/band member in a cool and ‘different’ way?