Greetings!

Lioness lyrics. I still have yet to work with them on this one. I hope it's going to turn out well.

I'm gone for a week and a half and I have a lot to talk about. Sorry I didn't post sooner. I have been busy and now I have the time to relax and write a decent chapter and not be bombared by useless and crazy things that are happening at the moment.

So, let's get it on, shall we?

The night of September 4th, I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't going to go to the Deep Purple/Judas Priest concert. I just happened to look over my father's shoulder and he was buying the tickets online. A happy grin was on my face, but I remained calm.

We had a little discusstion about if we weren't going to go and I told him I'd be a bit disappointed, but at least I'd understand why he wouldn't take me the night before school starts.

Full on concert mode the next morning and holy shit was I pumped up. I took care of myself and showered. I must have changed my shirt 3 times, but I decided on a plain black one. I did have my studded headband and collar on, and I was freaking out about how I looked and things. I was anxious, too.

Anxiety sure is a friend of mine.

I couldn't believe I was actually going to see two legends perform, with my own eyes. It was amazing.

My father and I went to a dive before the show. We had the exact same thing as each other and played some arcade games because we had the time. I was asking him all sorts of questions about music and concert and his childhood and his daughter being a metalhead and things like that.

We said it was a bit strange but he loves it anyways. His friends think I'm either cool or weird.

Next, the concert.

I awed at the seats we had. We were so close and I was awesome. I also said the word 'shit' in front of my father, but it was all in the moment reactions.

The opening band sucked. They really did. A mixture of the Black Crowes and Tesla, mixed with southern rock. Don't get me wrong, I like Tesla and southern rock and stuff like that, but this band did not put it well together.

We walked to pass the time, seeing a few people and talked to some others.

Judas Priest was the next to come on. They were really cool. Glenn wasn't playing due to Parkinson's, so they had another guitarist fill in for him.

Ian Hill was doing his own thing and Halford, his. We rode his Harvey and I was freaking out, belting out the lyrics when necessary and enjoying myself a ton.

Scott Travis did a wee drum solo and he told us to scream. We did. And I loved it. It was so cool! I love Priest, but some songs I don't think they should do anymore. Halford's voice was going through some effects and he looked like he was in pain while doing some of the prime era stuff like Painkiller.

Purple came on after them, the main act. It was possibly the cleanest sounded show my father had ever seen, he said. They were brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

School started the next morning and the normal first day of school things went on. I enjoyed most of my teachers and I had homework for my parents. Things to sign, things to do.

I celebrated my birthday with my paternal uncle and my grandparents which was fun. We all went out for some fabulous authentic German food.

The first two days of the school week kind of sucked. I didn't know why, they just were, and then my birthday strolled along.

I had tea in the morning and had Swedish meatballs that night for dinner, so that was good. Since my birthday present was the concert, and that was about a hundred dollars, give or take, for both tickets, I got two tees that I got earlier this year. A Maiden and a Van Halen shirt.

So, that's cool.

My family and I went out to a curry resturant Thursday and had some laughs. We also got henna done at the establishment.

And today was alright. Not the best of days, but I got through it.

I ran the mile with a better score that I had in the past. 7-ish minutes. I got 12 something last year. We started to read The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I've read the comic book and I love the plot. I suggest it for this month and next month, because it's starting to get better out. Less hot, more spook.

I love fall. It's such a nice time, although with the weather we're getting it's not going to get better until next week.

God! I just wanna wear my jumpers and drink some hot apple cider. Grrr...

Autumn's my favourite season! Fight me!

xxx

These past few weeks, I've been trying to not necessarily label myself but trying to friend out who I am.

I am a cis female, but I can be feminine or really masculine if I feel like it.

I guess I'm pan. I did have a non-binary SO. They were cool, but I wish I could give them comfort and some piece of mind that I was there for them anytime the needed to chat. We broke off.

I am a Hufflepuff, inside and out. I figured that out quickly. Loyal, hard-working, dedicated, patient and just. I think I'm all of those. What do you think?

I'm not very religious, but I do believe in some things like angels, and I like to read about different religions, and witchy things. I might dabble as soon as I finish Sunday school in tenth year, because I can. I like the whole history behind religion, too. It's interesting to me.

I'm an artist and I can barely deal with my own problems. I'm anxious most of the time and people say 'Do what you like to do. It will decrease it.' What if it doesn't? You ponder on if it's good or not and then you freak and start degrading yourself as an artist.

It's horrible for me and yet I continue to make music, write and draw like it's nobody's business.

I'm a fan. A fan of many, many things, too many to list out, but I tend to have phases where I focus on 3 things for a while and in about 2 weeks I switch for a bit.

Some days, I'll be listening to ELP and Rick Wakeman and reading Sherlock Holmes fanfic. Other times, I'll be scrolling through Tumblr listening to a mixture of Vemon, Van Halen and WASP and not having a care in the world about to write a short story.

It soon all boils down to: I am a person of many things. To quote Iron Maiden *clears throat* "I do what I want and say what I want and no one can take it away."

Anywho, Thank you for your time. I love you, guys. I hope you have a fabulous night or a good day. *hugs* 💚Keira💜