I was planning to make a full and proper post but I have eaten way too much to be able to form paragraphs.

So let me make a list here:

• Linkin Park live = amazing
• Some guys smell very bad
• Some girls smell worse than guys
• Everyone around me managed to grab my ass at some point
• The girl in front of me didn’t smell (thank goat)
• That girl, however, fancied me
• I pretended to be oblivious to avoid outing myself in a very homophobic crowd
• I hate guys who crowd surf when they’re too big to do something like that
• I hate them more for wearing the biggest boots known to giants and for not showering
• I am not a fan of mosh pits
• I always find myself in a mosh pit and have to fight my way out and to safety

What I noticed is that a lot of the Greek people are extremely rude and should not be allowed to concerts. They booed the support band shouting homophobic remarks. They also threw bottles at them and anything else they had available (like the hats given out at the entrance). What makes it even worse is that the supporting band was The Blackout and these guys are actually pretty good! They are from the UK, have played in Brighton a couple of times and they have great energy on stage. I cannot excuse this kind of behaviour especially when it’s not justified. Anyways, I really liked The Blackout but I LOVED Linkin Park. I took 3 photos of Linkin Park on stage but it was too dark when they finally came out for the show and my phone doesn’t take good photos at night without flash. Instead, I managed to take a short video of the song they played before last because everyone was too tired to move too much and it wasn’t a mosh kind of song either so I was able to hold my phone over my head and not fall down.

Linkin Park :: What I’ve done (Live in Greece)

Because the quality of my video sucks I looked up a few other videos from the same night and I’m posting them below (after the jump):

I have been absent from the blog-world recently because I was all over the place. I spent last week seeing my friends and travelling to London and back. I had very little energy to blog when I got home and I haven’t even read other people’s blogs in days. It will take forever to catch up so I won’t be able to read all the entries I have missed but I will do my best.

I decided to come to Greece mostly because I want to spend as much time with my mum as possible. She is still very fragile, very swollen and taking certain drugs with weird names but that is not what scares me. What scares me is how different she looks. She looks more alive than ever but her shaved head and the scars look unreal. She looks a older in the way she moves and her hands shake like an old person’s. She wears a head scarf to protect herself from the sun and keep her head warm. She is doing okay though, she can’t do much around the house like cook, lift things or bend over to pick something up. She will recover fully though, at least that’s what the doctor said. However, it will take time.

In other news, today I will be going to see Linkin Park live! I can’t believe it! I have been a big fan of their music since they first started and somehow I always managed to miss them when they played in the UK. Who would have thought I’d finally manage to see them live in Greece? Not me, that’s for sure! Now, how I’m going to deal with going to a concert when it’s so hot out there, I don’t know. I’ll figure that out when the time comes.

I’ll try to take pictures for you but I won’t bring my camera with me because I don’t want to carry too much stuff on me. My phone has a decent camera on it so hopefully that will do.

You are invited to write a blog entry, a letter or even a poem (if that’s your thing) to someone. This someone could be someone you know very well or it could be a stranger you met briefly but who had a great impact on you. It could be to your partner, your parents or your high school teacher who believed in you. It could even be to someone you have never met before but whose actions you read or heard about and changed the way you see something. Your post should be about how they affected you and how one thing (maybe even more than one thing) they did, big or small, gave you strength, inspired you or changed your life. Tell them how you feel and how much they mean to you. It doesn’t matter if you have told them before, do it again.
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We know it but we never say it. We don’t have to say it, because we let our actions speak but we love each other. We are nothing alike and yet we have so much in common. We have learnt from our parents’ mistakes and we have agreed that nothing will ever come between us. You are my friend and even though you don’t always understand me you are there for me. I am grateful to have you in my life and I did not imagine things would be like this.

We know the importance of family and though we have only discussed this once, it was enough. We know we can depend on each other and I trust you with my life. It is amazing to have someone like you as my brother. I feel lucky because I know that not everyone has this and in a world where everyone is trying to take over it is a wonderful thing to know that someone has your back.

I am stupid at times and I don’t realise how old you really are. I am still overprotective and try to fix things for you when you’re obviously capable of doing it yourself. I guess some things will never change.

I will always be your older brother, the one who was afraid whenever the bell rang that someone was there to take you away or hurt you. I will always be the older brother who, before the door was answered, was standing over your crib to make sure nothing would happen to you. Even though you had your own alarm system if anyone but me or our parents was ever to come near you. You were loud when you cried. You were so loud you would turn red and get red spots on your face which would last for hours.

Remember, I will do anything for you and I am sorry if I sometimes get a little overprotective. I can’t help it. It doesn’t matter that you are bigger than me now. In my head you will always be that annoying little crying baby who would steal my toy cars and put them in the VCR.

We never fought and hardly ever disagreed. She was obsessed with the Backstreet Boys and wanted to marry one of them. I would tease her endlessly about it. We supported each other and when things got ugly with another student I was there having her back like she would do for me.

She changed school but nothing changed between us. We would still talk on the phone and exchange stories of how our day was. She still wanted to come to the prom but she was still not reconciled with that other student. She may had plans to actually cause a scene during the prom. In a conversation with her mother at her house, my mother said that maybe she shouldn’t go if her plan was to cause a scene because that would not solve anything but simply make things worse and in this case things could get worse for me too since I was the one who had invited her. There was a mild spat between the two but I didn’t think too much about it. My mother told them that we had the tickets and to let us know if she wanted to go after all so we could arrange how we would meet so and all go together.

We left their house and I discussed it with my parents. Could it be that she just wanted to come to the prom just to cause a scene and not to simply be there? We agreed to not call them until they did. They didn’t. I was upset that she never called to even say that she didn’t want to go. It was a matter of egoism. I could not believe our relationship had changed so much that she would put that first. The more she didn’t call the more upset I got. My own egoism had kicked in.

The phone never rang and a text message was never received. I never heard anything from her and never saw her again. It was not right that she put a fight with someone else over our own friendship. After 6 years (has it really been 6 years? it feels longer) I am still waiting for that call. I am still hoping to hear from her, learn what she’s been up to. I still miss her. I didn’t say goodbye. We just stopped.

Last night I found her on facebook. I could not believe my eyes. I would not recognise her if I saw her somewhere. She had changed a lot just like I have, I suppose. And yet, I could not click that link. I could not add her as a friend and I could not send a message. I was too afraid. I know, it sounds silly but I was. My mouse kept hovering over the links and then I couldn’t see any more. My eyes were flooded with tears and I was sitting there doing nothing. I could not click away from the page. That tiny little photo of her made me freeze.

There must be a better way to do this than over the internet. I could call, besides I still have her number stored on my phone even after 6 years. I transferred it over every time I got a new phone just in case she called or I would master the courage to call her. But then again no, I shouldn’t call. Things will never be the same between us and I don’t want to start this again. The memories will do for now. Maybe some day we’ll bump into each other in person. Maybe then she will want to talk to me. I know I want to talk to her. Until then I will keep all the memories and hope.

I took it as a compliment and showed them my passport which sports a very bad photo of me and moved on. Also, the fact that I’m done with lectures means that I will no longer be doodling so I themed this masthead (and the matching background) appropriately.

I give you, “heterosexually challenged”.

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So after giving up I kept switching to doing something completely different just to take my mind off of it. I cleaned, I watched tv, I listened to ska punk (it’s scaring me that I’ve started listening to it again) and finally started reading a new book. However, reading a book shouldn’t be this much work. I read the first 3 pages so many times which made me want to throw the book out the window and I’m sure the book is fine so I refrained. That’s when I started thinking that I should go buy a few new books. I could have a look on Amazon, pick some with good reviews and then go out and buy them locally. Then my best friend showed up on IM and after a short chat she ended the conversation with “It’s summertime!”.

That’s when it hit me. I’m actually done. I can have a summer. Like when I was in school. I have no more Uni to worry about for at least a month (which is when the results will be out). I have no commitments and no responsibilities. I am free.

My mind has been all over the place because there is nothing I *have* to do. The possibilities are endless. I can do anything and nothing. My brain has been overloaded! So here it is, a mediocre post because that’s all my brain has the capacity for right now.

Today was the 3rd exam and I think it went okay but then again, what do I know? I’m brain-dead after all! After the exam I was supposed to come straight home, nap for a bit and then get into revising for the last exam which is tomorrow. As soon as we got out of the exam hall everyone was talking about going to the pub. You see, for everyone else today was their last day of Uni. I, on the other hand, have another exam tomorrow which was an elective that none of my other coursemates took. It hadn’t hit me until that moment; that was possibly the last time I’d see these guys.

We spent 3 years sharing classrooms and lecture theatres and although I never got very close to most of them I was feeling sad. A wave goodbye was not enough. I could not just turn away and leave. They invited me to the pub but I told them I had to study for my next exam. They started walking towards the local pub and since the bus stop was on the way there I joined them. At the last minute I changed my mind and kept walking. I went with them to the pub for a pint. It was the least I could do.

We had our drinks and chatted. The conversation was around random things and no one would bring up the future so I asked. “What is everyone doing for the summer?” The answers made it obvious it was the end. People were going to look for new accommodation, jobs or move away.

Once I finished my pint I had to go. I had no more time to spare and even though I wanted to stay, I stood up. We said goodbye and with a “see you later”, I opened the door. I know I’ll probably see all of them again at graduation (if everything goes well) in about 2 months but at that very moment it felt like it was the end.

I will now go back to my notes in preparation for my next exam. It’s almost over! Is it weird that I’m feeling a little sad about it? I will probably feel the exact opposite tomorrow.