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Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 02:27 am
Alter Bridge rocked last night.
We waited for 7 pissin hours. Manda n Steve buggered off in to a sex shop next to the Mean Fiddler and wouldn't shut up about sex for at least an hour, if not more.
We all met the band when they turned up and I had my photo taken with Mark Tremonti. I had a few words with Flip and a few with Myles but I didn't get chance to talk to Brian.
@ about 6:15 this guy fucked everybody about with the barrier messin' about with us ilson folk and Nobody messes with us ilson folk, coz we get nasty, and I dont mean ankle biter nasty either.

We got let in about 5 past 7 and got straight to the front, Me, Manda, Steve & Scott went to the center of the stage and the other guys went to where Mark would stand.

The support act "The Answer" were a better version of the Darkness and some dude behind us shouted "Yeah come on, more 70's rock" Which I totally disagreed with coz I couldn't wait to see Alter Bridge.

Alter Bridge came on and started the 1st song, which was One Day Remains, which fuckin' rocked. They played the whole album but in a crazy random order. 3 songs before the end they took a break and brought out the bongo's and played In loving memory, which I cried at and as Ive been told, so did Scott. They also played certain requests from the crowd and a few cover versions, which included Kiss and Led Zeppelin.
I got to shake Tremonti's hand at the end and I got to touch Myles. Half way through the gig I noticed Myles grab Manda's hand and just wouldn't let go, he also for some reason wouldn't stop staring at her :S
For some reason, Liam thought Manda kissed Myles at some point too.

On the train back, in Dave's words, I got permo'd while asleep and took advantage of with the camera. Apparently, fun was had by all.

I suppose the biggest downer of the night is finding out Liam and Joe thought my name was Crummy. It's Krum you fools ;) (jokin' on the fools part)

Got back to Notts with the word Krum written down my face and a smudged mustache (I didn't know this at the time). Dave, Joe & Liam got a lift back home and Me, Manda, Steve & Scott got the 3am bus back to Ilson.

Steve said hello to 2 random strangers at the bus stop, 1 said hello back and the other told him to shut up.

Got back to Ilson and said bye to Steve. We walked back to Manda's house, Scott got his stuff and went home, Manda went to bed, and I passed out on her living room floor because for some strange random reason, which made no sense at all, Mikey was on the fucking sofa fast asleep.

I woke up in the morning with an imprint of the carpet on my face.

I started to eat a pack of open bourbons, which had been there since the day before, luckily they had been untouched but I left the room for 10mins and Paul pinched the bastards and ate them.

And thats me up to date, so long and goodbye.
From everybody's good friend, Kai McCloud.
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Dec. 5th, 2004 @ 01:50 am
I made a dumbass Quiz for y'all! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!
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Fairy tails you'll be telling your kids in years to come Nov. 4th, 2004 @ 01:38 am
Once upon a time there has a young TESTICAL SURGEON named RICHARD. He was SUDDENLY MASTURBATING in the BEAUTIFUL forest when he met MINGING SCOTT, a run-away DONKEY FLUFFER from the CREAKING Queen TRISH.

RICHARD could see that MINGING SCOTT was hungry so he reached into his GIRLFRIENDS PANTS and give him her FISHY CLITORIS. MINGING SCOTT was thankful for RICHARD's CLITORIS, so he told RICHARD a very STINKY story about Queen TRISH's daughter MANDA. How her mother, the CREAKING Queen TRISH, kept her locked away in a SKYSCRAPER protected by a gigantic FROG, because MANDA was so FOXY.

RICHARD LAUGHED. He vowed to MINGING SCOTT the DONKEY FLUFFER that he would save the FOXY MANDA. He would PERFORM SURGERY on the FROG, and take MANDA far away from her evil mother, the CREAKING Queen TRISH, and WATCH A TRIPLE H DVD with her.

Then, all of the sudden, there was a RIP ROARING FART and MINGING SCOTT the DONKEY FLUFFER began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic FROG from his story. CREAKING Queen TRISH CRAWLED out from behind a BIN and struck RICHARD dead. In the far off SKYSCRAPER you could hear another RIP ROARING FART.

THE END.

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» life, the universe and everything
long time no speak people how is every body. be warned i'm in a rambling mood so hold on to ur hats coz ere i go.

how come the harder you try to prevent something from happening the more likely it happens?
how come i have messed up dreams?
how come everythings f***ked up one moment and then fine the next?
if love is a fickle thing then why do girlfriends always demand the same old things?
and lastly:

PINEAPPLES HURT
» help
Im in a bit of a fix right now and could do with a bit of advice. Im having girl trouble in the way that i think im trying too hard. Im a bit messed up at the moment as some of you will know and I seem to be embarasing myself because Im trying to hard. So I was just wonderin if you could help me and give me some advice.

Cheers
» Parents
Picture this right, your mum and stepdad get married and go on honeymoon. Nothing wrong with that eh? No,but I'll continue. Not only do they not let me stay at home,but they leave it till last minute to tell me and blame me when they dont know where I am.

Now is it me or are they just over reacting?
I wish I knew. what are your thaughts people?
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Today I finaly got my stuff back off my so called parents. I got my guitar back thankyou and all my music BUT the bastards stole my Blink ticket for december and I want it back. But apart from that the days been good. How r u?
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