• Seen RX Bandits, Maps & Atlases and Zechs Marquis TWICE.
• Seen RX Bandits, Maps & Atlases and Zechs Marquis TWICE and FOR FREE. [different circumstances] 
• Made what I consider to at least be valuable acquaintances, if not somewhat friends.
• Followed a group of semi-strangers around town. [we ate pizza]
• Tried to sleep in a van. [failed] [horribly]
• Stayed up talking all night and all day with new valuable acquaintance, if not somewhat friend.
• Gave away 2 of my penis sillybands. [people better feel special. I haven't taken those off in months]
• Met a girl who recognized me off of the internet.
• Had only 3 hours of sleep. I actually want to die right now.

The first night, the a/c was busted. The second night, I was in the pit. I am just destined to be gross and sweaty regardless of whether or not I am involved in the crowd activity of a show. At the moment, I'm feeling kind of sad. I don't know when the next time will be that I will get to see RX Bandits live again. The closest I'm going to get from here on out will probably be Mr. MoonChoi on Skype, and even that is iffy.

I also don't like friends leaving me. Or me leaving friends. When I left Atlanta, I was sad for a week about not being able to work on the friendship between me and [fuckthatguy] and I had only known him for 8 hours tops. Now I'm a tad bit upset, because me and Rikardio could have been bomb ass friends. We might still be. I just don't like feelings of uncertainty, and living in 2 different cities on 2 separate parts of the country might as well be the textbook definition of uncertain.

Whatever. Life happens. People leave. Music stops playing.

That doesn't mean that I need to be happy about it.

Night.

//Post-Note: Don't even think that my sad-rant means that I didn't have a ballin' ass time.//

my mother bothers to be upset with me anymore. How has she not figured out as yet that I will ALWAYS pick music.

Ballet recital or a concert? Concert.

Baby shower or a concert? Concert.

Court date or a concert? Well, court date, but they wouldn't be that late in the day anyway so... CONCERT.

Done deal. Get it? Concert.

Every once in a while, when I find something that I'm interested in acquiring later, I write down the name of a song or artist in my phone. It could be a song from an infomercial, something I happen to find on XM Radio on the plane, or even once, from an episode of The Wonder Years. Then, when I remember, I search for it later so I can download it.

Today, I went in my phone to look for something to listen to, I came across Paul Revere and The Raiders - Kicks. I don't remember writing this down. I don't even remember hearing this song. But I love it. Damn... I'm brilliant.

And that's all I need to say.

Not a damn anyone - NO ONE - can tell me that I'm not allowed to have a crush on Jeff Buckley. I'll do what I damn well please. And if that means that I'm going to have a crush on a man who died when I was 7, then so fucking be it. I'll dream of him if I have to.

It's my cup.
Fuck. YOU.