Sooo i wanted to take a break and i got a ticket to see Steve Vai, not knowing when i bought it that he's playing on a Tuesday night. Who the hell goes out on Tuesday night? Me, i guess, in 10 days or so. I hardly ever go to rock shows, it's never really been my thing... so this weeknight club gig better fuckin kick holy papal ass. I also got tickets to Smackdown, they're doing a house show in Brisbane in August. In yet another ticket-buying blunder, i waited till Tuesday evening to buy the tickets when they went on sale Monday morning. 3/4 of the arena was already sold out. Fuckin a. If it was just me going i would've said screw it and gotten a $175 ticket instead of an $85 ticket (front row is $375), but (luckily?) i have friends coming who are a little more sane than me. And duuuude, Rico better be healed up in time to come here coz i'm like his biggest fan eva n shit.
Ah yes, friends, now i remember. I used to go out once upon a time. You know. Raves and shit. Seems like a million years ago because my life over the past couple months has consisted solely of working sleeping and eating. And paying bills. I can just see me in a couple months going hey fuck i knocked a grand off my credit cards and then having to fork out the next $800 for another quarter of college. Jesus Christ. But anyway yeah. I feel like i've been neglecting people. I'm not calling anyone, not emailing anyone, not SMSing anyone, not writing in this journal, nothing. It's shit. I feel bad and i don't know what to do because work and school are both responsibilities you know, i have to get it done. I want to fly away to be with T again and i don't even know how i'm going to pay for college much less a plane ticket and wonderous gifts and supersexysecret birthday plans. Ugh. Need money, need vacation but most of all i need sleep. So off to bed i go and i will see all of y'all later.
