Sigh.

I have over 42 hrs. at work this week between 2 stores. Yes I said 2, t-w-o, 2; one of which takes me over a half an hour to get to, while the rest of my time is spent finishing up all my homework for finals, due to my proclivity for excessive over-procrastination.

Yawn.

I get smart and use big words when I'm tired. It's easier. They have a larger variety of meanings and nuances.

I also get really giddy and weird. Or I wind up with a keyboard imprint on my forehead.

I got new glasses. Think Leena Horn or Lisa Loeb. Kind of like cat-eyes' but not quite. Tortoise-shell on the outside and green sandwiched between a smoky white. I'm all excited. Really. Can't tell? I told you I was tired.

The girl on the news with the French accent is getting on my nerves. Zeeze this and zeeze that. And she pauses in the wrong places of her sentances.

Been Lauuudeen, ein the Taal-e-ba-ien. Shut. Up. CNN has got to go.

D-Bo took me to the Y100 FEASTIVAL concert last night. Lit, NickleBack, Sum-41, BUSH and Blink 182 was the line-up, in that order.

We went and visited my mom beforehand and took our time in getting there, subsequently missing Lit; not like either of us really minded. We were only really there to see the last 3.

Watching Sum-41 I kept getting mental images of B. They had exactly the stage performance that I would expect from B. He's been wanting to start a band for a while but it hasn't happened. Not for a lack of talent, more like a lack of ambition with the people he tries to start it with. They did put on a good show, as did BUSH.

BUSH has improved tremendously. D-Bo, a few friends from highschool (that neither of us talk to any more) and I saw them a few years ago after Razorblade Suitcase came out. Veruca Salt opened and put on a better show that night. Now, they are the epitome of a good stage presence.

Made me remember how hot Gavin is too.

During two of the songs he ran through the pit. After the first run-through he got back on stage and said one of the girls up front grabbed his dick. That was right after I got done telling D-Bo that was exactly what I would do if I was down there. The second time he got his shirt ripped off. Hell yeah. I was having visions of floating from the 200 section down to the pit. What I wouldn't give for a pair of wings.

D-Bo's main reason for being there was to see Blink. Again. For like the 3rd time.

They also gave a great show, with one exception: the sound people had the music up too high and half-drowned the vocals. And they were flashing the white lights just a little to often. Damn near couldn't look at the stage half the time. D-Bo didn't care -- she was staring at Mark.

It's decided. I get to have Gavin and D-Bo gets to marry Mark.

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(This is not smut, or porn and it is not always explict so don't be expecting anything)