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I seriously can't believe this.
but what started out as a perfect day with a perfect plan
slowly evolved into a night full of disappointment.
my dad told me, too...
he was like, don't put yourself in a position where you want something so bad,
or like something so much
that when something doesn't go your way you get disappointed.
i knew from the second he said that that that was exactly what was going to happen.
steel train wasn't going to be in the agenda anymore.
so i sent them a hunge message on myspace.
we'll see if they respond.
i can't believe this.
what luck.
why is it that the best days always end with the worst nights?
if i go out with a guy, it's a great day untili get home, get in trouble, then i wonder why i came home in the first place, or if whatever happened that day was worth getting in trouble for.
i hate learning htings the hard way.
it's not that now i'm in this mood because i couldn't see them
and that by now if i had gone, i would have heard Blown Away and Alley Cat and Wake Your Eyes and had a great time.
it's the fact that i went through hell to be able to go
and then reasons beyond my control made it so that i couldn't.
all this has happened for a reason, i just wish i could see what it was so that i could get over it already.
maybe it's just that i get wrapped up in everything and push and push to make it so that i'll get it,
and i should stop. like with going to concerts and seeing bands and wanting to pay ten dollars for an undescribable 45 minutes.
but that's the way i live every other aspect of everything, i make everything seem dull and average that way when something does happen, it'll either be good or stay the same.
and that's what i always tell my parents, that music and going to shows are my only escape!
and that's why i was able to go tonight, because for some reason... steel train...
i don't know. for some reason i just felt like i needed to go.
not because i needed a concert which is sometimes the case. i needed steel train.
their songs make me feel funny.
whatever, too much thinking for one night.
too much planning and replanning failed plans.
i'm going to try to attempt to sleep.
i think i'm missing the point here. i haven't learned my lesson yet.
but what started out as a perfect day with a perfect plan
slowly evolved into a night full of disappointment.
my dad told me, too...
he was like, don't put yourself in a position where you want something so bad,
or like something so much
that when something doesn't go your way you get disappointed.
i knew from the second he said that that that was exactly what was going to happen.
steel train wasn't going to be in the agenda anymore.
so i sent them a hunge message on myspace.
we'll see if they respond.
i can't believe this.
what luck.
why is it that the best days always end with the worst nights?
if i go out with a guy, it's a great day untili get home, get in trouble, then i wonder why i came home in the first place, or if whatever happened that day was worth getting in trouble for.
i hate learning htings the hard way.
it's not that now i'm in this mood because i couldn't see them
and that by now if i had gone, i would have heard Blown Away and Alley Cat and Wake Your Eyes and had a great time.
it's the fact that i went through hell to be able to go
and then reasons beyond my control made it so that i couldn't.
all this has happened for a reason, i just wish i could see what it was so that i could get over it already.
maybe it's just that i get wrapped up in everything and push and push to make it so that i'll get it,
and i should stop. like with going to concerts and seeing bands and wanting to pay ten dollars for an undescribable 45 minutes.
but that's the way i live every other aspect of everything, i make everything seem dull and average that way when something does happen, it'll either be good or stay the same.
and that's what i always tell my parents, that music and going to shows are my only escape!
and that's why i was able to go tonight, because for some reason... steel train...
i don't know. for some reason i just felt like i needed to go.
not because i needed a concert which is sometimes the case. i needed steel train.
their songs make me feel funny.
whatever, too much thinking for one night.
too much planning and replanning failed plans.
i'm going to try to attempt to sleep.
i think i'm missing the point here. i haven't learned my lesson yet.