Green Day and The Lucky Socks.

Oh what a glorious day yesterday was. I woke up with the birds birding and the sun sunning. I had a nice nutritious breakfast of egg (which was eggy) and prepared for my night ahead at Green Day.

So, I got dressed and whatnot and blared the tunes (*rave hand movements*) as I got more excitable. The last thing I prepared were my lucky socks. They are yellow and say ''Cosmic'' on them. Rather scruffy now, but lucky nonetheless.

Fast Forward to the SECC and Joan Jett running about the stage like a mad egg. She may be fifty years of age (ie, my dads age) but she can run faster than me. Not fair. She put on a top notch set.

Then the Pink Bunny came on stage and ran about downing beers and staggering. I got more and more excitable.

THEN....Green Day came on stage and I went apeshit. Seriously. Their set was top notch. All of it. I caught lots of tickerytape stuff. But....that's not all I caught, oh no way Pedro.

The end of the show happened and Tre Cool ran to our side of the stage and launched drumsticks into the crowd. I leapt into the air with gay abandon, and grabbed a drumstick.

As soon as i realised, I screamed. Right in a womans face.

Oh what a glorious night.

Asleep and Awake.

hello.

can i say, that wasp that woke me up this morning was a rude little boy. There i was, sleeping all nice in the quiet, when all of a sudden there was this really loud ''bzbzbz'' noise. i thought it was someone out cutting their grass, merhaps a bit viciously. But no. no sooner had i thought that it was grass cuttage, than the wasp decide to put its speakers on and ''bzbzbz'' even louder.

i ran out of bed. i ran to the door. the wasp still ''bzbzbz'' -ed .

''Kill it. get it. i don't like wasps''.
''it's sound. it's away''
''too late, I'm up now''.

So, I return home (to my home) and I am quite excited about green day at this point.
I cant nap because I am too excited, and keep knocking things over because I'm so sleepy.

maybe this would be the point to mention i took 2 anti allergy tablets (eyes were going buck wild on the itch front) that may have addled my consciousness somewhat. anyhow, that does not matter. verboten. shup.

and i am even more excited now because it is even sooner to green day and i am more sleepy, so basically i am like a marionette with cut strings. damn useless.

rabbles.

Spark Plugs.

Now I cant remember where i saw this, or if i did actually see this, but anyhow let me continue.
i was watching tv i think, where i saw in some show, the car they were driving had broken down. they tried several different things to start the car, including punching it. The gem in the whatsit however is how they actually got the car running again. Not jump leads. they used a Defibrillator.

yes, an electrical device that gets papped on the chest to batter the heart into working again.

i am stunned (not literally, because then i'd be well and truly fucked, wouldn't i?).

the moral and whatsit of the story is that if your car breaks down outside a hospital, jump up to the nearest Cardiac Geriatrics ward and nick the heartstart machine.