"grounded"

because my mom messed something up on the calculator and I accidentally cleared it, as if it was really that hard to look at the bills again and re type the ten numbers. She flipped out on me so I ran into the living room telling her that I was sorry and I would re type them for her, she still flipped so I did the childish thing and slammed my door. Her and Larry yelled for me not to slam my door. So what do I do? I open my door three times in a row and slamming it shut. So I am "grounded". As if I had plans for tonight that required me to leave my room.
So I am being punished with my laptop, cell phone and tv all still present.

Anywhoser, the concert was great! Lots of pot, moshing and what not. I am pretty sure Brandon's hands never left my waist in fear of me being sucked into the pits. We were on the main floor which required us to sign a waiver saying we wouldn't do shit (bite, punch, kick, touch inapropriatly, and what not.) but it wasn't anyones fault if it did happen. We had to sign to get our bracelettes to gain entry to the main floor. Did you know you must be four foot tall and at least 16 to be on the main floor? Yeah. Neither did I.

After Trivium we went on the search for the meet and great. We asked thousands of employees:
"Wait here, they will come get you."
"I'm a supervisor, but I don't know."
and then finally,
"You need to go to will call ofr bracelettes."

I was told someone was coming to get us so I didn't think we needed them. So when we couldn't get in we were lead to the wrong will call, then the right one. Then I got a call from my connection telling me that Corey Taylors fiance was back at our starting point looking for us. So we ran. We made it, some employee claimed she told us to wait there, she didn't.
She lead us downstairs and backstage to the line. There were about 50 people and we were towards the end, behind us was some people with 89X tee shirts on and cool hair. And I hear someone call my name from that group. So naturally I whipped my head around to see some guy with great sense of style holding my license, which I ended up loosing track of three times during the night. I later realized Jay Hud(son) a 89X jock was the stylish guy with good hair. He does the shows on the week nights where you vote for different bands and songs and what not.
We finally got in the room to meet and greet. There behind a table was Corey Taylor:
"Hey." he says.
"Hey, do you know Laree Smith?"
"Yeah." he replies.
"I'm her neighboor!"
"Awesome man..." he signed I moved onto dickface.
There were no words exchanged except for a "Thanks Man." in my toughest voice. The same for Sid, and then there was Clown. I said thanks and he held his hand up or something.
We were ushered into another line for pictures. All five of us squeezed into the picture and the guys squated in front of the band and Corey Taylor said I was short enough to not have to and then we were re ushered out of the backstage area.

That is most the exciting shit. We went and watched the show, I only got hit twice, once by some guy that spilled beer all over my side and then during Slipknots set, two shirtless guys rammed into my side and hit my fac e, so some guys next to me started punching them.


Laree my connection said she got me some guitar picks and is getting my shirt signed for me today. She went out to lunch with him and when I saw the fucking deer in their driveway my mom called her and Laree said I must have took some fucked up drugs last night and then told Corey taylor and fiance that I claimed to have seen a deer in her driveway. I could hear them laughing. Oh an guess what?! I was right!
But whats new.


Oh and at some point everyone in the crowd crouched down and when Corey Taylor said jump the fuck up we had to jump the fuck up.


:D