So frustrated!!! I want to see sammy miller and friends at the loft tomorrow but my six dollar saturday night turned into six times that and my budget is all fucked dskjhf
losing cash is not okay when you’re a broke mo’fo.
The only time paper money has decieved me -_-
The other night I had the most randomly intense Yellowcard jam party ever, for no reason at all. I’ve been listening to them since fifth grade, but these past couple months I decided that it was suddenly really urgent for me to see them, for no reason at all. I walked up to Best Buy theater today stoked to be seeing Streetlight there two weekends from now, GUESS WHO’S PLAYING NEXT WEEKEND? I stood in the middle of the sidewalk flailing my arms and having a loud lovesplosion freak out at Ryan Keys face coming and going on the electronic billboard. I have no idea why I didn’t know about this show sooner, but you can bet your ass I’m going to try my hardest to get there. ~The rest of my day was floating on an excited and caught off guard cloud.
AND TO MAKE IT EVEN BETTER THE WONDER YEARS AND WE ARE THE IN CROWD ARE OPENERS I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THIS SOONER AND WHO THE HELL IS ABOUT TO GO TO THIS WITH ME?!?!?! KJFDGHKJHGDFKJH
Hey remember that time I saw Kesha? Yeah, what the fuck.
It’s really weird. The Killers are playing in New York tomorrow but I am so so so hesitant to skip school this year. It’s finally the time in my life where I should be thinking “Eh, fuck it! It’s almost the end of my run let’s forget about school and have crazy party times.” But that’s kind of been every other year of my life… and I’m finally done with it. Last year I was ready to party the night before a regents to see freaking Tony at the Loft, now I have this intense gut feeling this crucial learning is going to go on without me there. I don’t want to be anywhere else while the school day is happening. I also don’t want to spend the night in the city and have to wake up early for it the next morning. I guess that means no Killers for hard working weirdo little me.
iDek what life is shows r great.
I’ve never been sidestage/ backstage during a big show. Can somebody explain to me the appeal of being on the side rather than being in the crowd? Is it better than being front and center/ in the pit…? Or just more enjoyable than struggling to see from the back? iDk I don’t get it.
Something I’m hella grateful I ever got the opportunity to do;
attend a ska show with my boyfriend. Nothing can ever surpass that memory. I’m bouncing through the halls at school drowning everything out with the sound of Streetlight and remembering being shoved up against the barrier, jumping around, shirtless wet and sweaty guys on all sides dancing and going insane, but every once in a while his hand would find mine and he’d wrap himself up around me from behind going crazy to the music. One of those nights where the party’s so tight you don’t even need an after party. Just hopped in the shower, and curled up and passed out together when we got home.