8, 9, 10

Did anyone else realize that it's 08/09/10?

Anyway, Mayhem was pretty great. Norma Jean really surprised me, in a good way. I still hate Rob Zombie, but he put on a hell of a show. Korn was great. Hatebreed was great. Lamb of God was good. Most of the other bands were either tolerable or mediocre. The venue actually sold out, I didn't even think it was capable of selling out because it's outside, but apparently the cap is somewhere near 20,000 people. I've never been to a sold out show there before, and I've probably been there close to 15 times, usually for pretty big things.

Metal shows are always weird. The people are bigger, weirder, louder, hornier, sweatier and drunker. I was embraced by no less than two drunken, shirtless men telling me how awesome everything was. There were an insane amount of really non-attractive guys with really pretty girlfriends. There were somewhere like 5 men wearing kilts. Hundreds of people were wearing things that no one their size, or sometimes their age, should wear. There were loads of drunk couples basically humping each other in front of me. But it was offset by the music. It was great, so it helped me ignore some of the mutants around me. Did I mention over 10 cars of drunk idiots yelled at me to take my shirt off later on when people were leaving and I was stuck looking for my car?

Oh yeah, about that, Mayhem was great, but after mayhem was terrible. I had to take Tina's brother and his friend home too, but that wasn't a problem. The problem was that I lost my motherfucking car. Neither Tina nor I thought it was necessary to look at the row we parked in. We couldn't even remember the entrance we came in or if we got out on gravel or grass. Let me tell you, trying to find your car at 11:30pm, while thousands of people are moving out of the lot, two teenagers are complaining in your ear and 20-plus people own the same red pontiac as you, is not easy task. We walked up and down the giant parking lot like 5 times (and I'm not even exaggerating) before two of the workers actually helped us. All the rest of them were drunk, smoking and too busy talking to each other to offer us any kind of significant help. I was so pissed. And I am admittedly a a neurotic driver on the best of days, let alone at 1am, irritated, driving in an unfamiliar place with people yelling and panicking in my car over a thirdparty issue (on the way home, a fiasco unfolded over at Tina's mom's house) and people fighting over who's going to control my ipod while I'm driving. If I'm in an unfamiliar place (or at least somewhere far away that I haven't driven to), I need the person in the passenger's seat to look for signs and pay attention to the GPS and everyone else to shut up. But that's over. That was all on Saturday/ early Sunday morning.

Also, I have a problem with weird people at the gym. If there are 10 open bikes, and I am using the tenth, why do people think it's necessary to use the ninth? Please don't sit next to me. I already don't want to be at the motherfucking gym, and awkwardly trying to avoid looking at you is really not helping. This guy in a cutoff tee came over and stood next to me for a good three minutes, standing way too close to me, then took the bike next to mine. Things like this just piss me off. I don't care who you are. Attractive, or not, don't fucking come near me when I'm at the gym. I am focused on getting through the torture then getting home as quickly as possible. I know it's mundane, but it's just one more goddamn thing that pisses me off. I then saw cutoff tee man lingering somewhere near every machine I had to use. And I hate the stupid weight-lifting area that's lined with mirrors because I always feel like people are looking at me, and I can't help but laugh at the faces people make when they're lifting heavy weights. Gahhh. I am not a gym person because I am not a people person.

As for today, I went to Phipps Conservatory with mi madre and took a bunch of pictures. Tina came over tonight and we watched the Norma Jean DVD and the new episode of True Blood, which is dumb as hell, but sucking me in somehow. I'm pretty melancholy about the summer being over. I'm restless, but it's been nice just dropping out of life for most part for three months, and it'll probably never happen again in my life because I have to try to get some kind of internship next summer. Oh well. I need sleep.