Woot! Despite the fact that I'm still sick (absolutely no voice, and when I do have it I sound like a 13 year-old boy going through puberty), have three more days to go until my next day off, and have a wedding to take part in in exactly one week (minus a few hours), I can't help but feel positively excited. Why, you ask?
SCOTTISH FUCKING FESTIVAL, BABY! Ahem. Yep, it's next month, buddy. And although I am a little bit miffed over the lack of
Off Kilter (early rumors were placing them back here for the second year in a row, but alas, they're still playing Epcot (Canada, to be exact)), I can't wait to hear this year's headliner,
Prydein. *adds another band to growing list in genre* (Hooray, for kiltrock!)
Now, if only I could settle on one of my fifty-million Scotland shirts to wear...
*Side note - Listen up bitches, I'ma calling outs to yas. If any of you guys have got a myspace account, would you mind
addin' a girl? I'm not on there too much, but, y'know, only having a very small amount of friends seems kinda lame.