Well, there is a new entry at number 2 in the list of best weekends in my life. 1st being alton towers with claudey. I dont really know what the others are...i'll have to think about that one. Friday was POTC2, i wont say much incase people havent seen it, but OH MY DAYS. it was bloody good. and the silly CG didnt ruin it like i thought it would. squid faces, captain jack sparrow, krackens, captain jack sparrow, sword fights, and yes, more captain jack sparrow. where could you go wrong really? Then, yesterday, saturday. I woke up, thinking, yay! lostprophets! then i was like, ah piss, ballet. Then i went to ballet, and there was a new teacher, and she did a free class, so it wasnt all the set exercises which i should know, but dont. and i really enjoyyed it. which is odd. but very very good. And then it was indeed the lostprophets gig. Two fairly crap support bands opened, one with a very sweet blond guy who was insistent on screaming over the top of the other singer, who actually had a very good voice. And one band with an indie 'trippyhippy' attitude, but with some crap excuse for rock music which just didnt suit their image at all. But lost prophets themselves were fecking awesome. the music was amazing, the lighting was amazing, the atmosphere was amazing. ANd Ian Watkins is i think incapable of being anything but amazing. Sex on legs. 'compliments on a tampon, i might as well stop now, i have hit the pinnacle' hehe, hes funny too. They had a new emo image, which they pulled off perfectly. Aisha and i decided that they frankly represented everything that is good about emos, without any of the crap. And i also met my dear mr Joe Petch. I have to be careful what i say about now, cos i know he'll end up reading this. Twas good to see him, although it was a somewhat breif encounter. Although it didnt feel brief, over half an hour in a queue is really not very interesting. But still. It's nice to have someone you can flirt fairly outrageously with, and know that they are just a friend and arent goiing to take it the wrong way. [Note to self: just because the guy himself does not take it the wrong way, does not necessarily mean his girlfriend wont...] Then i slept over at aishas and just generally dossed today. I love good weekends. I love good any days. Hell, i love it when life is good.