It's early in the morning now, 8.51 AM and I'm pretty tired, but life has to go on, and I have to work today, I skipped doing the advertismentpapers on Friday now I have to do them today. *gasp*
Yesterday was pretty cool, I decided I wanted a new pair of jeans, black of course with chains and that kinda stuff on it, y'know like Goths and metal heads have, I am a metal head after all!
My mom was not amused when I told her this, but after lots of whining and trying to convince her it has nothing to do with "NeoNazi's" she finally gave in, but I had to pay for it myself.
So I cycled to Anna's house and picked her up and together we cycled to meet up at Pleuni's house. We chatted about us never seeing each other because neither of us takes the initiative to call or e-mail. We stored the bike's in the garden and continued on foot.
First we were going for a new bag for Pleuni. Lot's of different models and after some time we found one. Then we went for my jeans at "Cupido Fashion" it's a pretty, 'dark' shop with all the masks and music, I like it!
Too bad they didn't have any cool jeans, but then I noticed bandshirts! Cradle of Filth, I like them, but the supply was pretty limited. Nightwish, not too much choice either. Then I spotted an Arch Enemy bandshirt, from the album Doomsday Machine. Alex is gonna like this, I bought it! Check it out
here!
Anna got a little bit hungry so we decided to eat at "La Place" Apparently Pleuni has a trauma for escalators so we used the elevator instead.
Soon an elevator arrived with a young woman and her little children. One of this kids touched the door as it opened, and his fingers got stuck in between the little gap the door slides back to! I didn't know what happened, so I stood there, WTF? Until I suddenly realized shit happened! I didn't know how fast I had to throw away my bag and start pulling on the door to free the little child's fingers. Those are pretty tough, I had to put my feet against the wall so I could pull harder. But soon after his fingers slid out and he was free to go. Poor little child, the woman didn't know how to thank me. But hey, being the hero of the day feels good!
Oh the meal was pretty good too, apple pie for me with some coffee.
Anna needed some paint, so we bought that and we went home.
When I arrived home I showed the shirt, my brother started laughing at me and my mom was kinda shocked because of the massive skull.
My other brother, I think, wasn't amused either. What's the big deal? If I feel comfortable in it, why can't I wear it? They are laughing about it now, but hey this
is not going to be my only bandshirt!