What up all? I know not a lot of people read these things I post but I figure I might try writing one.

I finally make a handpaw that goes to my elbow. It's too big around my arm, the fingers are too short, and the seams are obvious, but I tried and I won't give up. A journey of a thousand miles ... and all that business.

Allergies Suck, about all there is to say about that.

And I've been hitting some depression lately but whatever, I don't care as long as I graduate, I'll to someone after that, hopefully.

So on the random concert experience. This is more of a writing exercise but it's fun to tell anyway.

So I was at the 2012 Rock on the Range festival this past weekend. It was a great time and I won't forget it anytime soon, that much is for sure. I always go with a friend of mine who is my ex, but she likes to be at the front of the stage for bands. Well, for Marilyn Manson, we started out about 75 feet from the front of the stage and ended up about 12 feet from the front rail for the stage. By the time Rob Zombie started, we were about five feet from the front. It was an experience that I hope to forget but doubt I ever will.

There were more people around me than i can even fathom. I needed to push my arms out from my body so I could breath fully, sometimes that didn't even work. Everyone was up against each other, sweating more than I thought I could. I got heat stroke from it, I believe, but at least I wasn't one of the roughly 8-9 people that we had to crowdsurf out of the audience as they had passed out from heat exhaustion.

This was all well and good until the crowdsurfers started. There was more crowdsurfers than I could imagine. More than they were even expecting. We had people crowdsurfing on top of other crowdsurfers. There was a time were I was legit scared. I could barely breath, there were too many people, there were people landing on top of me, and when I looked up, there was a deep demonic voice, fire, and bright red flashes all around me. I felt like I was going to vomit, pass out, and hallucinate all at the same time. Turns out it was the song, but for a second, I got a closer glimpse into hell than most people will ever get, if you're going for the classical definition of hell, that is. It was a fun concert, but being that close for a band, just sometimes isn't worth it.

Peace out,
Puma D