Rockstar Taste of Chaos! that’s what my ticket said. yesterday, november 7th, me and suus went to one of our favourite places in tilburg. Popcentre 013. Although tonight the "pop" wasn’t to be found there. as we arrived at 013, about 5 minutes before the doors would open, the first thing we noticed was the fucking long queue. second eyecatcher was the average age of the line. Quite a few 14-year olds, who looked like they’d been waiting there since 11 o ‘clock that very morning. Besides these (mainly female) queue-buddies of ours, there were some girls who looked like this was their first concert ever, some guys who’d surely need a hairclip to actually see something of the show and a couple of girls who’s hair looked like none of it was real, and all of it was dead.

Inside the immense (and beautifully renovated this year) building, we saw melissa, who obviously worked at the concert hall. She thought she’d had dinner with the Used but wasn’t too sure about that haha. in the ‘Dommelsch zaal’, formerly known as ‘The Choice’ and host for 1600 people, we ran into a guy we’d already seen outside and who clearly had decided NOT to ever take of his jacket. a very brave decision, as temperatures rise at a concert like this, and he might even melt.

Battle of the bands winner
Setting for Disaster; a dutch band. they were pretty metal for a rockstar tour to be honest. opening the show we’d all been waiting for for so long. with singing guitars, awesome drums, a singer sounding like oliver sykes and an awesome hyperactive keyboardplayer they still stole our hearts.

the blackout
aaaarrhh i love them. from ‘the beijing cocktail’ to ‘it’s high tide baby’ (all sing along:wooo oooh), they were awesome. it’s always tough to be one of the first bands because the audience is still looking at you, not drunk yet, not warmed up yet, still annoyed from the queue, but i must admit they did a pretty fucking good job getting all hands (and occasionally a foot) in the air.

gallows
‘ya fuckin idiot why the fuck would you fuckin throw ya fuckin van on the fuckin stage?’ were the very well-spoken words we heard halfway through their stage time. for some odd reason people liked throwing their vans on the stage yesterday. i’ve seen about eight shoes fly by and at the end i saw a one-shoed-dude walking around, searching for his other shoe. hilarious. Frank, Gallows’ singer, threw the shoe about 15 feet into the audience. So much chance for ever finding it back. gallows was energetic, pretentious and very very loud. Frank claiming he’d ‘hope we’d all fucking hate the fucking song so he’d never have to fucking play it again’ they began the most well-known of their songs; "abandon ship". The torture of having an actual good song, innit?

aiden
although will’s mic didn’t work at the start;they did get the crowd going. they made a wall of death and a big moshpit. they played ‘I set my friends on fire’ at the end. i loved it. it made me totally forget about the failing mic. just plain goood.

rise against
yeaaa i’d been waiting for these guys for-evaah and when they finally came up.. i was behind two other girls who were extremely tall and managed to stand exactly in front of me. i was bummed out of my skin. it didnt stop me thou, we just went nuts behind them, constantly accidentally pushing them in their back because, well yeah, we didnt have much space on the first step of a staircase. i was a good girl thou! i didnt do much untill they played "give it all" and "prayer of the refugee". sorry *cough* ahaha

the used
awesomeee!!!! they were what most people were waiting for. they took the whole stage down and rebuild it. they had their own real-size cartboard figures of people who’d lived the american dream (most of them turned into the american nightmare with suicide, death or being despised by everyone), and their own banner (i woke up in sweat from the american dream – i believe it was). their show begun with an alien and scary sounds and a little girl screaming, very politically correct tbh. after that everyone went nuts. walls of death, moshpits, singing, screaming and a lot of fists in the air. awesome. the energy this band created was unbelievable.
for the last song he got the aiden singer on stage again and they sung it together, chatted abit and even exchanged a quick kiss. shocking? no! hella cool? fuck yeah!

after the concert suus and i hung around in the hall abit more. had another drink before we bought a tee from the merchandise. suus got the used, i got the blackout. outside we ran into inge(!) i hadnt seen her since summer holidays so that was awesome:) we also saw the guy with the thick jacket again, obviously he hadnt melt. then we went for a bite at the local kebabshop.. only we ordered fries and not kebab.. for that matters.

moral of the story
visit the Rockstar Taste of Chaos! dûh:)

Naast mijn weblog die ik schaamteloos heel slecht bijhoudt, heb ik plekken waar ik iets of veel vaker te bereiken ben.

Hyves: celinejill.hyves.nl
- Hier ben ik zelden te vinden, maar toch, whatever, hij bestaat.

MySpace: myspace.com/68524378
- Ben ik vaak aanwezig. Voeg toe en stuur een berichtje als je me kent.

Livejournal: celinejill.livejournal.com
-Brand New. Nu nog leeg maar wordt in het Engels. Ja, Engels ja. Zoals jullie me het beste kennen :]
Als je zelf een Livejournal hebt, zet me bij vrienden(y)

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Ik heb volgende week tentamens (helemaal geen zin in) & ik ga woensdag met Suusje naar de Taste Of Chaos in onze eigen 013 :] Eindelijk is het zo ver en ik heb dus de volgende dag twee tentamens. Mmm.

Last but not least: mijn hondje is ziek:[ Echt super zielig maar de dierenarts zegt dat het heerst en hij binnen een paar dagen weer kwiek rond zal rennen:]
Ik hoop het.

This is me, not by choice
I can’t help my near-miss attitude to life
It gets me in a lot of shit
but maybe i like the rush, the near selfdestruction
don’t rely on me unless i love you

De Nieuwste Show is geweldig om in het echt te zien. Afgelopen woensdag was ik bij de liveopnames. Patrick Lodiers is écht goed in improviseren en Dara Faizi was vooral grappig als de camera’s uitstonden. Jammer, want iedereen zou zijn droge opmerkingen en gekke gezichten moeten horen en zien. De gast van vandaag was Conny Mus, een bekende correspondent in Israel. Hij wist precies waar hij het over had en gaf met een vertelling over zijn eigen ervaringen, goed weer hoe gevaarlijk het daadwerkelijk is in Jeruzalem.

Het grappigste kwam naar mijn mening op het einde. Toen Mus even snel een promofilmpje moest doen voor De Nieuwste show. Hij werd voor het Greenscreen gezet met een foto van Jeruzalem op de achtergrond en werd geacht te zeggen: "Kijk naar de nieuwste show; dit is Conny Mus vanuit Jeruzalem." Hij zei alleen: "Kijk naar de nieuwste show; dit is Conny Mus vanuit Amsterdam.

Ach, eerlijkheid boven alles nietwaar?

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De herfstvakantie is inmiddels al weer bijna afgelopen. Volgende week worden er extra lessen gegeven voor onze tentamens, maar ik denk dat ik er beter aan doe om me maar eens op de stof te focussen. Die boeken zijn niet snel door te lezen. (Bovendien komen de meeste mensen volgens mij niet, dus echt gezellig zou het ook niet zijn.)

Het schoolfeest afgelopen woensdag was hartstikke gezellig. Ik was samen met Lotty om half 12 terug op Tilburg Centraal en werd, hartstikke lief, opgehaald door Twan en Matty, aangezien Lotty en ik geen van beiden met de fiets naar het station waren gekomen die middag. Het feest was nog maar twee  uurtjes maar dat was genoeg voor een redelijk groot aantal drankjes. Toen het duidelijk werd dat een drietal essentiële personen misten, leek het even een saaie avond te worden, maar dat viel zwaar mee.
Volgende keer moet wel écht iedereen komen. Ze missen wat.

Vrijdagavond was filmavond met de meiden. Van films kijken was weinig terecht gekomen. We keken Jumanji (don’t ask) en waren daarna te melig om nog een film te kijken.
We hebben er wel wat van geleerd. Als een spel "klopt" moet je het dicht laten. (y) Dat waren we al weer éven vergeten.

x Céline

Hee mensen,

Na mijn examens had ik geen dingen te doen die belangrijker dan mn weblog waren, dus ik heb niets meer gepost. Logisch, toch? Geen tentamens meer die uitgesteld moesten worden.

MAAR,

Ik ben aan mijn opleiding begonnen. Journalistiek in the-place-to-be, Tilburg.. ahum. Ik heb zojuist besloten dat de volgende stad waar ik in wil wonen Breda gaat worden. Voorlopig. Alleen is het nogal nutteloos om in Breda te zitten terwijl je in Tilburg woont en naar school gaat. Ja. Komt dus nog wel. Na plannen komt geld, na geld een verhuizing. (y)
Dinsdag naar Breda geweest met Suus. Vandaar mijn random idee. Ik hou zo van die stad. De v&d heeft een balkon en sangria. Dan heb je het gemaakt bij mij. Zoals gewoonlijk hebben suus en ik het weer eens gehad over de zin en onzin van ons leven. partners in crime.  

Ik moet zeggen dat ik journalistiek nu leuker vind dan in de 2e/3e week. In kranten knippen naar aanleiding van nieuwscriteria is niet the most exiting job in de wereld. Maar nou is het wel leuk:]
Kennis van de Wereld is eeeven extra oefenen. Naast economie en de vraag of phil collins in Pink Floyd speelde, was ik de weg kwijt. Maar komt goed. Het is iig interessant.

Wat ik wel mis zijn de tussenuren die we altijd doorbrachten op onze rug in het gras, half over elkaar heen, terwijl we onze plannen voor na mei doornamen:] Hier heeft iedereen het kennelijk thuis veel leuker dan rondhangen in de stad, met als gevolg dat na 11en iedereen weg is. College om 3 uur? Dag, we pakken allemaal de trein naar mama&papa om op tijd thuis te zijn voor je playstation op slaapstand springt. wauw, interessante mensen.

Er zijn wel leuke mensen. En ik zal ook niets slechts over mijn tutorgroep zeggen, want het zijn harstikke aardige en interessante mensen.. maar ik heb toch even iemand nodig die ik nog niet heb gevonden. Die zichzelf niet te serieus neemt en eens wil genieten van het leven. :] ja.
Leuke jongens? Ze zijn er wel. Meer dan op Therees.. al was dat niet heel moeilijk haha. Het zijn er maar weinig en ik ga geen namen noemen. Ik heb uitgevonden hoe snel je weblog/hyves/myspace van mensen kan vinden als je het zoekt.. dankje Lotty.

Naar London met Kerst. <3 dream dream.

Lieff x

For my 18th birthday i want this:

Hooiiii
BACK

3things today:
1. my graduation
2. my diploma
3. my holiday and things you dont want to know
Should be fun, right?

The Graduation.
Finally after 6 years, the moment was there. You get a long-ass boring speach of the director of the school, you get called to the front, scribble your autograph somewhere and tah-dah, ovah!
The speach was very.. interesting. She compared our brains with landmaps, claimed we started the year with 91 people of which 96 had graduated [?] and happily told us we were amazing individuals. [indUhviduals for anyone who's ever read dilbert]
So far so good.
But what was MORE interesting; was the guy walking around with a big-ass camera from het NOS journaal. [the news] So yes.. maybe i missed a little bit of her speach, or a little bit much. Nevermind, it was fun.
untill they called my name.. and they said it wrong. Well to be honest: i could care less. They could’ve called me Tom Delonge and I wouldnt even have bothered to tell them any different.
After the graduation we got outside, let balloons go up the sky all together, and got some wine. [:D:D]
MOST FUNNY, was our graduation gift to the school. A real sized COW. Yup, a cow. Not a painting, not a cute statue, not a letter to hang in the hall. a cow! and BOY did i love her.
They claimed her name was Trees [after the school's name: theresia] but noooo, we decided to call her Berta Henk betteeerrrrrr

My diploma [all out of 10]
Dutch         7
English       9
French        7

nsc            7
social stud  7
literature    8

history       7[point 40]
geography  7
maths        7 [point 45]
economics  8
m&o          6

*smiles*

My holiday & things you dont want to know.
I’m going on my holiday to barcelona :] lovely
I am actually supposed to be packing right now [but as you know i always write when i'm supposed to do something] I hope the weather is gonna be good. But before i go i first have 2 more parties:]
ACE

- i’ve got new socks [rrrrruitjesss]
- i bought a pair of jeans that are actually too tight, so i can’t sit with em 0:)
- i actually never feel like going on a holiday untill we’re there.
- i’ve got a biiiiig box of celebrations for my graduation.
- and i got a porsche :]
- i havent been on myspace too much recently, just because.
- i HATE guys who keep asking me to go out with them even more than i used to.
[it bothers me a fucking load tbh. once NO stays NO. now go buy yourself some icecream and cry.]
- I am in my arrogant mood today. [as you have already noticed]
- Ié bought myself all Q-mag, the English Cosmo & The English Vogue [and it cost me alot]
- And i have to use all my powers to keep myself from reading them before we left home.
- i dont like long journeys by car, unless i’m behind the wheel
- I WANT TO PASS FOR MY RIVERS LICENCE IN SEPTEMBER!
[ september is also my month of birth:D, only 18 years ago]
- i have nearly wet myself laughing when reading this in the schoolpaper: *In a train the driver says* "Ladies and Gentleman, we have good and bad news. The bad news is the engines broke down; the good news is we arent in a boeing 747."
- mahhhhh my sense of humor is badddd x’]

me no here
me go bye
leave me message
me reply

[click on the top name on the left of your screen, then leave a comment.]

happy holiday, talk to you soon hopefully X

Including: Pinkpop, stupid-ass presenting, my morning from hell, the last 3 days of my college-time^^

Three dahys three dahys three dahys untill my summmmeeerrr.
Only three days to go, three exams to pass, and the weather next week is promising^^ what more could i possible wish for?
.. well.. i’d wish my last two exams weren’t MathsA2 and Management.
My two weakest subjects and they are planned last. this is FAR from funny.
In a minute i’m gonna go studying.
yes really
..
honestly!

But first, here’s a look inside my mind.
*big picture of danny*
okay that wasnt funny ladies, i know you guys always say that the only thing on my mind is cute little DanDan. How wrong are you! There’s also Alex, of course, and Ian Watkins and Adam Lazzara and Luke Pritchard and that adorable guitarist of The View, who has been sincerely decorating the front of my diary this year.
ALL year.

The things that kept me busy these past days are as following:
- Pinkpop
The first subject of my frustration was the fact that my exams spoiled my chances of going there this year. They had an amazing lineup; Arctics, Muse, Snow Patrol, Iggy Pop, Stone Sour, Paolo Nutini, Lostprophets, Linkin Park etc. The list was endless. I nearly died when new artist were announced again and again.
Now i had finally recomposed [hahaa suus its because i had decomposing fear] and i decided to watch the Pinkpop report on television. [Ned 2 from 16-17 & Ned 3 from 19-00] Seeing it as my ultimate goal to someday walk around at Pinkpop with a microphone and camera-dude, to show people the absolute highlights.
Disappointed I was when I noticed the entire report was most uberly predicable. Okay so it’s more than fair that they show Muse, the arctics and 30 seconds to mars, (which i all enjoyed to be honest), because those were this years big acts. The ones that cost Pinkpop most of its money. But i was in the least not happy with the fact they never showed anything of Linkin Park or Lostprophets. Those were the acts I was looking forward to, in the knowledge they are just awesome live!
But no such thing. While they showed twenty minutes of Macy Gray(tbh she was good) and 4 actics songs, they didn’t even mention Lostprophets.
This hit me right in the heart! I love Lostprophets. And i was deserately sitting on my couch from 7 to 12, waiting untill my band would attend on the television screen. Well i would have been more likely to see Ian Watkins in my aquarium!
If the presentors would have just said something like: i’ve seen Lostprophets perform and,man!, that Ian Watkins can surely make the audience go crazy. They could have even said: i didn’t see Lostprophets but I heard they were amazing live.
But nooo. They just kept proclaiming their personal fave artists were Muse and Marcy Gray.
Well, good for you! not good for me!
Just scream very loudly: Céliiiiine!!! and give my three minutes. I’d give you Pinkpop-in-a-minute-report! AND i’d mention every artist with an honest review whether they were good or not. very honest.
If Marcy Grey was good? I’d give her credit for it, even thought it’s not my taste of music at all. If Scissor Sisters weren’t as good as expected? You would’ve known. Now i had to wait for my bloody paper (tbh its usually not bloody, just wet, when i receive it) to get an honest review.
..

So enough of that. my second subject of frustration was my morning.
-dont laugh i swear i will come to hunt you down-
first: i started my senseo coffee machine without putting a pad in it. Causing it to half-explode, shake, spit, make noise.. and all together look like our school-librarian when you bring back your book late.
[thats why i NEVER borrow a book from the school library, honestly dude, she's scary as fuck!]
secondly:  i noticed a post-it on the microwave [welcome to our home-system] saying it had broken down and i shouldnt use it. So i didnt. bye bye sandwich with hot cheese..
I decided to use my alternative: muesli with yoghurt. funny. no muesli in the whoole house
so i went for my second alternative: cornflakes.. its welll good.. with HOT milk.. but our microwave didnt work so i ended up with a cup of hot water and a cold bowl of milk with cornflakes.
YUK and i wasnt even at school yet >.<
After that disgusting bowl of milk i wanted something else to eat: BRILLIANT take a slice of bread with cheese. NO because the microwave didnt work and the bread was frozen solid.
DAMN i never knew i was such a microwave-kid!

That was all for today. I’m frustration-free again. so are you, after reading this. Damnit i told you NOT to laugh, pik. [ahahahaa.. im okay im okay, inside joke x]
I’m gonna learn some geography now. i honestly do want to pass my exams.
Wish me Luck at Maths and M&O, thursday and friday. Keep your fingers crossed, or at least your shoelaces, and i’ll [happily] talk again friday^^

Thanks for reading. All of this while i’m not even that interesting.
MWAH.
leave a comment by clicking on the top name on the left side of your scream, it’ll take you to a page where you can show me some love^^

safe X

Now let’s be honest with you people. I’ve never been good at love. I’m afraid to be with someone and i genuinely hate the responsibilities attached to love and i can’t ever seem to do anything right when it comes to boys and i never do anything else than breaking a hearts instead of filling them with happiness. Tracing the last six years of my life back, i can’t seem to find a reason for it. But i’m not sure whether i’ve always had it.. i think i did. And i know i can get over it, i just need someone to help me. and that someone is exactly what i miss.

Since i started at my middle school, The Theresialyceum, six years ago, i noticed that the level of arrogant fuckups was incredibly high in my class. Of course i never used that term when talking about them, because i was still such a sweet and shy girl i didn’t even dare to look you in the eye when talking to you.
Strangely enough, i was the one they liked to make fun of. They made jokes about my skirt, about my polka-dot socks [yes i already had them, i never changed] about my scribbly handwriting, but most of all; they made fun of the fact i used to turn red and get very nervous when someone asked me something.. especially boys.

In my first year i thought all guys were the types of persons you should never talk to because they would pretend to be the tough guy and laugh at you behind your back
In my second year.. this opinion didn’t change at all. The only difference is: i had a crush..
Now it is always very likely that when you first like a guy, they turn out to have this horrible personality. Well unfortunately, this guy didn’t. At my school, when your grades were very low, you could get this extra lessons to help you. and he was in my extra lesson French [i told you, i've never been good at french] and guys who weren’t good at French either, always had this sort of.. attraction to me.
So i never spoke too much with him, he was in my extra lesson Dutch as well, never spoke that much there to him either. and still.. when i look back at it.. what the hell was i thinking when i told my "supposed-to-be" best friend about my crush?! She told her sidekick [this girl i absolutely disgusted for being so much of a bootylicker she would just crawl up someone arse if possible] and together they decided it would be fun to tell him.. at PE-day. So while i was playing hockey, [i was bad at it, which earned me a very low position the school], they told him, and i couldn’t show my face to him ever again. Especially because they told me two days later and i probably already subconsciously confirmed my crush on him by looking his way once or twice [or morece].
Fortunately for me, he left school that year and i only had to hide from him for about a week. What i found out later, the darling never told a soul, which made it possible for me to get over it without too much pain caused by his high-placed followers.

In year three i also liked a guy who was in my extra-lesson-class, this time it was in my German lessons. I dunno, i guess i’ve never been too much of a language-loving person, leaving my undying love for the english language aside. By that time i had already gained alot better friends and my best friend, the amazing girl who pushed me into her group of friends and made it possible for me to have the best years of my life, Noor. I don’t usually name people, but this girl is more worth is than anyone out there. So, she knew. and of course she never told anyone outside our group of friends. She was in my class as well and we used to have fun about the guy i liked, because he would ask a thousand questions to the teacher, while everyone else was sleeping. Bless him.
My aim for him quickly ended when i failed my year and i was placed in the same class as his younger sister.

After my second-third year I didn’t get a crush on any guy anymore. the reason? My taste in boys changed and at my school it’s difficult to find a boy with black hair, a floppy fringe, normal t-shirts, fitting jeans and converse.. this sucks. The only guys you can find at my school are preppy, egocentric, arrogant, hockey-playing, not-funny-AT-all, desperately-trying-to-be-cool but miserably-failing chavs who are into dance music, hardcore and more recently: jumpstyle.

This is very much depressing and if i can wish one thing.. i’d wish for a cute guy coming my way, asking me if i’d like to come with him to a rock concert. *melt* Someone who is not trying to be cool, but is naturally confident, with a little bit of shyness. A boy who doesnt storm up to you shouting: I LOVE YOU! when he doesnt even knows that much about you.
yup there we”ve landed at my second problem besides my taste.. i have a fear of being in a real relationship. i’ve had a few, yea of course, but i can’t handle the pressure boys put on you when you’re in a relationship. They think they own you, they think you should be with them whenever possible, they expect you to be extremely happy when they tell you they’re off tonight.. even when you’ve just had a horrible day, they expect you to act like a proper girlfriend, they expect you to think they’re cool.. but most of all.. they expect you to say it back when they tell you they love you.. even when it is too soon for me to figure out if I actually feel the same. Most of all, they want to call you “their girlfriend” when they have no fucking clue what that brings along!

and THAT.. is why i am so extremely critical when it comes to guys. i can only tell them i dont feel the same, but i can’t tell them why. I always use excuses like: I need my freedom [which I do], I dont have time [I dont feel like making time], I see you as a friend [maybe even less] or I’m not over him yet [which is the truest thing you’ll ever hear me say, I’ll never get over him!] I can just not say: this and this is how you have to behave and be! then i will like you. I just leave the guy behind, not knowing what he is doing wrong, just knowing “it’s not his fault” [Yea I use that sentence when he’s not even my boyfriend yet]
It is a feeling i’m looking for. A feeling I will get whenever i see him, whenever i think of him and whenever he says something to me. And i haven’t yet found a guy [closeby] giving me that feeling. maybe i’m just being stupid or some sort of romantic person, i just want to feel love and goddammit
i cant find it!

Okay so i just looked at the title i gave to this document and it was supposed to be about leaving school.. well it isnt.. my next message will be about leaving school. untill then, this should do.

X

crying for your departure
crying for your ignorance

why am i better than anyone
in performing an act thats moraly not done

my biggest wish is telling the truth
and not having to face the concequences

you werent ignorant for my lies
you just trusted everything i said
the deepest of my heart constantly cries
if only i meant it, i wish we’d never met
i’m caught in my own spider’s web

as much as i want to scream my heart out
i’m too affraid you’ll hear it and leave in pain

the truth is harder to take for real
than the lie we’ve lived in for so long

you werent ignorant for my lies
you just trusted everything i said
the deepest of my heart constantly cries
if only i meant it, i wish we’d never met
i’m caught in my own spider’s web

My idea
my sick mind made my destiny
My baby
it’s the darkest side of me
My best friend
baby. it’s me

The biggest gain i’ve ever had
will cause the biggest loss i’ll ever have

you’re not stupid for believing me
i am stupid for making you believe

you werent ignorant for my lies
you just trusted everything i said
the deepest of my heart constantly cries
if only i meant it, i wish we’d never met
i’m caught in my own spider’s web

you werent ignorant for my lies
you just trusted everything i said
the thought of it makes me cry
the darkest side of me will faint my smile
the darkest side of me will faint my smile
the darkest side of me will take my life

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dont ask about it, its personal
i just felt like putting it up somewhere
its the best replacement for screaming
love you x

Dopamine and Lostprophets concert 27/04/07 De Melkweg -> DETAILLED but you know you love it x]

This is what happened BEFORE we were at the Melkweg:
11.30 AM. Leave house – Pick up Joeri & Suus – ****[=adress]
12.14 PM. Train to den bosch leaves. platform 1
12.38 PM. Changed train in den bosch to Utrecht. platform 5a
13.10 PM. Supposed to change train in Utrecht to A’dam.. missed train.. platform 7a
13.25 PM. Took other train to Amsterdam. Some other people in the train DEFINATELY went to lostprophets as well. they were noisy and one of them had a ringtone of Gwen Stefani [WTF?]
14.10 PM. AMSTERDAM!!

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then we walked to The Melkweg, which is the name of the concert hall. We arrived there at 14.45, while the doors would open at 18.00. well fun. We sat there for a long time. i wrote LP on the nose of my red converse – i always write on my shoes when bored – and we went to the McDonalds a few times, it was not far from the concert hall.
then we had fun about nothing a while -its what the sun does to you- and my friend told me i was crazy because i thought one of the roadies was french [untill he stepped into a van with a czech rep numberplate]

Then at 5.15 PM everybody stood up and lined [well.. not really lined] pushed themselves in front of the doors. So we stood there for, like, 45 minutes x] which was not funny. it DID became funny when a guy from the Melkweg opened the door ajar and pasted a piece of paper on the door. It said: ingang Max Lostprophets nieuwe zaal. - Which means: entrance Max[the hall] lostprophets, new hall – and had a big arrow on it pointing to the left. So everybody in the front started running to the left, thinking the entrance was around the corner. this wasnt true, the guy meant: when you get INSIDE.. take the door on your left, it takes you to the new hall. We were standing enough to the back to not run to the left but get into hysterics about the people who did.
So when we got in, we dropped off our bags and went into the hall. got pretty good places, very much to the front. bit to the left.
Dopamine
Was wicked! Probably one of the best Support Acts ive seen so far :] Its always stupid not everybody’s jumping during the support act. it makes me feel aloooone because i feel like going crazy when the first song starts.. to be honest.. i was already dancing when they played "Monster" of the Automatic, and that was when they were still setting everything up haha
Dopamine had catchy, well-played songs. i knew about two of them because i looked them up at MySpace the night before. But i caught up with the rest of the songs easily. And in the end they played a cover of Pink Floyd’s Proper Education which is a mint song of course. They started with Call Of Arms, one of their own songs, and i proper loved it and and screamed along ^^
Lostprophets!!
So yea.. FUCKING AWESOME!! first song was the song they ended with in the December concert, Burn Burn. When the song was over i felt like i’d been jogging for two hours in the burning sun. that’s what that song does to me you know :] It was quickly followed by Can’t Catch Tomorrow and Ride.
Ian talked to the crowd abit. During Last Summer, some dude jumped on Ian and knocked him over.. resulting in Ian lying on the guy, still singing, and the guy lying on the ground with his arms around Ian’s neck x] That was MEGA LOLZ [yea its what his brilliant t-shirt said, i didnt make it up myself..]
Ian got up eventually and pushed the guy back in the crowd, laughing, the guy went crowdsurfing, he was funny.
They played their New Song, which was abit darker and harder.. which i adored. They dedicated Last Train to us, just like in december, i still love that song. Everyday Combat rocked the stage! I go nuts at that song, iheart that song. i’d marry that song hahaha. after EC the bassguitarist threw his waterbottle in the crowd [again] and people jumped up to catch it, resulting in it flying away and ending up in my hands after bouncing on my head -yes it feels as stupid as it sounds and i couldnt stop laughing while having had the whole bottle being emptied on my head – Anyway.. me and Suus drank the last water up because we were thirsty and i put the empty bottle on the stage. -YES I DID. i dont need an empty waterbottle haha people would kill for it but i didnt feel like keeping in with me the entire concert.. fortunately for other people.. they did and dived on the empty bottle, which i put down on the edge of the stage.
Oh forgot to tell you.. i’d already gotten hold of a plectrum.. i think i attract things.. like a magnet for band stuff.. whatever dude [im gonna play with my inflateable seahorse.. private joke really x]
When the last song started [Shinoby!!!!] Ian went crowdsurfing for the 3rd time that eve and the moshpit was bigger than ever. – Sorry to the guy who got my elbow in his stomach.. YOU PUSHED ME FIRST! -
Ohhhh forgot one of the most memorable quotes of the evening. Some people walked over the stage and there happened something – which im not gonna describe, if you want so, ask for it – and Ian shouted: we’re not gonna be gay, are we [for the second time that night haha]. then he just casually looked into the audience, put up big eyes and shouted: "HEY TOM DELOOOONGE. there he is people, tom deloonge!" – it really came out in a way of: woooow how fucking awesome, tom deloonge is at MY concert – and the guy in question was looking to his left and right and everybody was looking at him. he was like: what? does he mean ME?! [ yes indeed he did look like tom delonge] and it was just so funny. i nearly died.. but then again.. i die laughing about an average of 4 times a day, so its alright.

The concert was over, we stood there for a while, dancing on other music. [arctics/absent minded] while some other people tried to get hold of WHATEVER possible that was on stage and they could either sell on ebay OR brag about to their friends. Then we went to get our bags back so we could drink something. I bought Dopamine’s cd [it really is a good album, i listened to it twice today, they're pretty much bit ace :] and i asked them to sign it. It’s very sweet, i love the non-ego-ness of beginning bands. but yea, you know i just hate ego’s, ive said that before. dont ever try to brag about something to me because i’ll never talk to you again x] [FUCK YEA, I GOT HIS PLECTRUM bwahahaha]

Anyroad.. while we were outside waiting, Jamie showed up, girls went loony. we had fun, saw Ryan and James from Dopamine again [being creative with a bike -> its on youtube hahaha]
then we went home, which was a 1.5 hour drive from Amsterdam.
oh forgot our zillion laugh moment of the eve.. remember the guy who hung the "ingang Max Lostprophets nieuwe zaal." paper on the door?
well.. he was there again.. this time with a piece of paper with: Ingang Max Appelsap on it and an arrow to the right. – means: Entrance Max[name of the hall] Applejuice. in this, "Applejuice" was the name of the band. So the whole drive home we were like: What’s your fave band? -applejuice! what do you love most in your life? -applejuice! Who’s your idol? -Applejuice! I couldnt live without..? -Applejuice!!!
Can you only IMAGINE.. how horrible we mustve been? x]
we have never had so much fun about Applejuice tbh.

SO yea.. that’s pretty much it.. im sure i’ve forgotten a few things.. i will put pics of the plectrum [bwhaha = ego] and the signed cd up here asap.
Thanks for Reading, you’ve done a great job. now leave me a comment to show me you’ve read this haha. you dont want it to be for nothing do you?

ah well
peace out
ian: TOM DELOOONGE
we: appelsap!
suus: jamieee!
ryan: dingdingding
ian: ialwaysdanceonstairs
jamie: dude i did it with a dude!
it’s an everyday combat but we live every moment of it :]

SAFE! x