Okay, so yesterday I got home from the Hovefestival.
It was extremly awesome, seriously. I've spent my entire week there, watching awesome bands and hanigng out with friends. Nice stuff.
Summary;

Monday, not a single good band played. So it was spent just soscializing with people and such, it was nice.

Tuesday, Avenged Sevenfold played. All my friends were waiting in front of the scene they were supposed to play on for 12 hours, from nine am to nine pm, and even though I'm not a A7X fan, I waited with them for most of the day. Also saw Black Tide, it was cool. After A7X, I ran to another scene and saw Panic At The Disco, and I lost my cellphone in the crowd somewhere. That kind of sucks, but hey, I can buy a new one.

Wednesday I saw Flogging Molly and Bad Religion. Flogging Molly was one of the best concerts I've ever been to, jolly as fuck.

Thursday. Dude, that was the greatest day of my entire fucking life.
I arrived at elleven am, and hurried to stand in front of the Amfiscene. Because Bullet For My Valentine was playing that day, half past five.

I stood there for over six hours, the best spot possible, in the middle in front of the fence, fucking awaesome. I was shaking and gasping for air when there were just an hour left, dude, I was such a teenie. But when I saw Padge standing on the far left side of the scene, making ready to play, I hardly could breathe.
I realized how much I really love them when they started to play, omg, it was utterly amazing.

And I had made a notebook for them, which I was going to throw up on the stage. Jay looked at me several times when I held it in my hands, so I know that he knew it was the one who'd made it for them, so the only thing I had to do was to get it up there. But when I tried, I was faaar away from getting it up there. The stage was too high, and I suck at throwing things. My thoughts were something like "Fuck, stupied idiot! Can't you throw better than that? FUCK!" But then, as I looked up (I'd hid my face in my hands of pure frustration) the security guy picked it up and put it on the edge of the stage. I was so fucking happy when he did that, so I started to cry at once, because I was seeing BFMV live, standing in a fucking great spot, and my notebook had made it's way to the stage, and that was way more than I'd ever hoped for. So I cried through entire Say Goodnight, tears of joy.

Matthew threw a waterbottle off stage, and it landed far to the left from me in front of the fence. I was sure I wouldn't get it, but when the security guy picked it up I still held out my hand. And he came towards ME. HE GAVE IT TO ME. I was so fucking happy, it was way more than I'd ever hoped would happen.
But just as fast as I got it, another security guy took it from me. Because at the Hovefestival, bottles are not allowed. He brutally snapped it out off my hands and threw it on the ground in front of the fence. Dude, I've never been so devastated as I was in that moment, so disappointed and broken. It was horrible, to mangage to get so fucking happy and excited, and then get it all destroyed.

But I did my best not to let it dstroy the entire concert, so through the 2-3 songs that were left, I tried not to cry and think happy thoughts. And I worked quite well, though I couldn't fully keep the tears away.

After the concert, I was fucking happy. Though, looking at the bottle laying on the ground, I felt quite devastated again. But listen now, the nice fantastic security guy picked it up. Wanja, a friend of mine, had talked to him and made him give it to me. He said "Hide it, then you'll get it, okay?" OMG I LOVE THAT GUY! I put it in my bag instantly of course.

Then, I started crying, again. Out of happiness though. I think I was crying on Wanja's shoulder for nearly ten minutes or so. Oh my god, it was way better than I'd ever dared to hope for. Fucking teenie of me, but I just couldn't stop crying. I couldn't pull myself together.

Afterwards, we watched Killswitch Engage. And it was quite boring after a while really. But then, on the far right of the stage, you know who was standing there? Bullet! They hadn't left yet, they were watching Killswitch! So I don't remember much of the concert, cause I ended up staring at Bullet the rest of the time.

When they were done, we decided to go to the place where the cars came, the place where Bullet had to drive. As we walked, we looked at the tall fence hiding the backstage area. It was some green fabric thing on it, so we couldn't see anything. But there was a little glimpse in it, so I ran to it. Bullet was standing there, quite far away, but absolutely there. And they looked at us, they saw us! But then, the same security guy that took my waterbottle, came and made us go away. I really hate that dude.

So we got to the place where the cars should come. And we waited. And I didn't have patience at all, because I though I'd used all of my luck by now. But then, a car came. I stood paralyzed as it drove by, I didn't do anything exept staring. And then it was gone. And I was still paralyzed, in total shock. They drove past me. They were less then a half meter away, inside a car. They even drove themself. I just stood there, unable to do anything.
Then I fell to the ground and cried and laughed hysterically, trying to get a grip on myself.

Basically, Thursday 26th of June 2008, was the best day of my fucking life.

Friday I saw The Used. Great show, but to much talking and to little playing after my opinion. But great still.
We walked to where the cars were coming afterwards, and Dan and Jeph came. Walking. I shook hands with both of them, and I feel horrible since some friends of mine who's way bigger The Used fans than me didn't get to touch them or talk to them, because they had to leave so soon.

Bottom line; The Hovefestival was fucking great.