Max Bemis, Headaches and Senior Year.

My friend, Marissa, who goes to Stout in Wisconsin and I bought our tickets for a Say Anything concert at Station 4 in St. Paul on October 22. =) This will be our first time seeing the lovely Max Bemis IRL. It's going to be insane. I might just have a heart attack. It hit me (after I paid ten dollars more than the actual ticket cost for my ticket on ticket master) that we're going to see Max Bemis. We're going to see Say Anything. It's set in stone and that is an amazing feeling.

On Friday I will be leaving to go pick up Marissa from Stout, which is about 1.5 hrs away. The reason for that would be that we're going to see House of Heroes and The Wedding at Club 3 Degrees! I haven't seen HOH since they came out with their new album. They usually stick to shows on the East Coast. Their new album is incredible. They have a Beatle-esque sound to their new album plus a traditional rock and roll sound. So I am down right pumped. The Wedding is going to be crazy as well- they put on one of the best shows I have ever seen. After seeing Family Force 5, their title is threatened, yes, but I still love them to death. Overall, I'm psyched.

I have been using the same pair of contacts for more than a couple months. My eyes are killing me. I hate losing track of time. It's this horrible pain thats just ebbing on/in/behind my eyes. You never want your eyes to feel like this. It's hell.

I hear everyone saying that senior year of high school was the time of their life and that they never want to forget senior year. I would love for senior year to not exist in my memory. In included depression, losing friends, making mistakes, choosing the wrong college and a whole lot of taking the easy way out. My senior year was shit. It was ridiculous. It would do me a lot of good to forget those few months of my life.

---edit.sept.15.2009---

I just realized how there are NO transitions between my subjects and its just bam. bam. bam. done. I don't like it so much. I just want anyone out there who may read this to know that ... I am aware of how bad a writer I am. I'm even embracing it with my jumping subjects. Score.