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I don't want to give the impression that my life's going really well right now. It's not. But, I don't want to complain by blogging Goth-crap-poetry-ish entries. I do find a few distractions to keep me from fully realizing the gravity of this fact. For one, there's Third Eye Blind's FREE concert.
I don't like places where guys don't wear shirts, people lie on the grass and girls fit their beer between their breasts, but, hey, the concert's free and just three blocks from where we live. We went out at 3pm and noticed that despite our distance from the park, there was literally no parking space left on our street. People must love their Tulip Festival. We arrived 30 minutes early and by then, a lot of people have set up their annoying coolers and chairs on the site. I never knew I could hate coolers so much! Ugh! Anyway, with the growing crowd we still managed to weed our way through and get a really nice spot right in front. Singitera!
We waited for about 30 minutes and they finally came out. Earlier, I was planning on shouting, "Stephan, marry me!" but I quickly changed my mind as he seemed to have gained a little weight and a few wrinkles here and there. Damon Albarn's the rockstar of my life anyway, and I never really had a thing for this guy. When Third Eye started playing everyone got really active and rude, good thing we were glued to the rail. Some girls were so into it that it seemed like they were dry humping you while they sang their lungs out.
"Stephan, marry me--er. . no."
Lots of crowd surfing (each one got in and kicked out, there was this Asian girl who got in but wasn't roughed up like the rest and then there was another girl who's boob was about to fall out of her dress, and then another who was crying and I thought: What the f*** are you crying for? Whose bright idea was it to crowd surf? I can go on and on.), beer showers and and there was a fight--not much steam. I had a good time, didn't spend a penny and wasn't even tired by the end of it. I'll post a video on multiply.
I'm glad they sang How's it Gonna Be and Jumper. Okay, guilty, I don't know their new songs just the old ones. I'm a 90's girl.
I don't like places where guys don't wear shirts, people lie on the grass and girls fit their beer between their breasts, but, hey, the concert's free and just three blocks from where we live. We went out at 3pm and noticed that despite our distance from the park, there was literally no parking space left on our street. People must love their Tulip Festival. We arrived 30 minutes early and by then, a lot of people have set up their annoying coolers and chairs on the site. I never knew I could hate coolers so much! Ugh! Anyway, with the growing crowd we still managed to weed our way through and get a really nice spot right in front. Singitera!
We waited for about 30 minutes and they finally came out. Earlier, I was planning on shouting, "Stephan, marry me!" but I quickly changed my mind as he seemed to have gained a little weight and a few wrinkles here and there. Damon Albarn's the rockstar of my life anyway, and I never really had a thing for this guy. When Third Eye started playing everyone got really active and rude, good thing we were glued to the rail. Some girls were so into it that it seemed like they were dry humping you while they sang their lungs out.
"Stephan, marry me--er. . no."
Lots of crowd surfing (each one got in and kicked out, there was this Asian girl who got in but wasn't roughed up like the rest and then there was another girl who's boob was about to fall out of her dress, and then another who was crying and I thought: What the f*** are you crying for? Whose bright idea was it to crowd surf? I can go on and on.), beer showers and and there was a fight--not much steam. I had a good time, didn't spend a penny and wasn't even tired by the end of it. I'll post a video on multiply.
I'm glad they sang How's it Gonna Be and Jumper. Okay, guilty, I don't know their new songs just the old ones. I'm a 90's girl.