Man, i so lost my virginity in eighth grade.
Concert-wise, that is. i have no idea why i've completely ignored the BMG shows. i guess i was so excited about the Decemberists that i forgot. But seriously. Eighth grade, Boston, Blue Man Group. That was my first concert, and fucking amazing. Then on my... 16th? birthday, Blue Man Group at astor place theater in New York. With Aliza and family. How could i forget those? I mean, i understand why i didnt bother counting the shitty NJPAC classical concerts, or the little shows at theme parks or whatever. But Blue Man Group was my first and second. The Decemberists were my third. Opeth will be my fourth and B&S/The New Pornographers will be fifth. Woot. Next month. Next month will fucking rock. I will get to drive the 287 route again, which will be more fun than it should be since i will be hoping my car doesn't break down even more than usual. I will get to make out with someone for the first time since October 30th. I will see Aliza and see Opeth. Oh, yeah, and i'll turn 18. All of this within a time span of six days.
Heh. i just tried to play along to the melody with my harmonica. Failed. Dismally. Fuuuuck Yeah!
My window is open because i felt like it. The house smells like chicken being cooked. I am officially "tutoring" Frances in bio in an hour or so, which is kind of amusing since i'm probably going to just bullshit my way through the test like i always do. But hey, i know stuff, right? I know that your mom likes - nevermind.
Nothing whatsoever going in in life, you know? It's fun that way, in a horribly apathetic and disgusting way. Bitch.
I think im going to go fold my laundry. It has been clean and in the basket for five or six days now, while i wear the same clothes over again just because its midterms and i dont care.
Heh. i just tried to play along to the melody with my harmonica. Failed. Dismally. Fuuuuck Yeah!
My window is open because i felt like it. The house smells like chicken being cooked. I am officially "tutoring" Frances in bio in an hour or so, which is kind of amusing since i'm probably going to just bullshit my way through the test like i always do. But hey, i know stuff, right? I know that your mom likes - nevermind.
Nothing whatsoever going in in life, you know? It's fun that way, in a horribly apathetic and disgusting way. Bitch.
I think im going to go fold my laundry. It has been clean and in the basket for five or six days now, while i wear the same clothes over again just because its midterms and i dont care.