"could you imagine if you were in the paper? the byline or whatever would be: 'sara w-x's 'moodswings' appears in the Times every... 8 or 10 days or so'."

dan is right. but you still love me.

setting: sara's room. saturday. noonish. the girl awakens to the boy's face a few inches from hers and steph on the other side of the room. she's confused. puzzled. what the hell is going on? confusion is soon lifted. the audience gasped. sean bought tickets for the dave matthews band concert that night. sara and steph are going! the audience cheers.

i love that boy.

he bought tickets for our two year anniversary (in two months). that was THE best concert i went to. we ended up having the E X A C T same seats as last time. how exactly that happened, we're still not sure. apparently, it was a night of inexplicable things. vertical horizon opened, and they were pretty good. i liked cracker better, but hey. they were good. while we were sitting there, waiting for dmb to come on, we started waving to roadies/techies, whatevers. that's the way we are. the lights went out and at that instant it was SO loud. everyone was on their feet and cheering. it was awesome. it was such a goodgood concert. they played 'ants marching' which totally rocked my socks. it's my opinion that is the best song to hear live. they played 'all along the watchtower', too. that was great, cause deca-minutes before i had verbally wished that they would. so... now for a story. at this concert, the ice palace had decided to sell seven dollar, hard plastic cups, the bottom of which glowed like a glowstick. rock on, very cool. yeah. very cool until people started THROWING them between the main set and the encore. they threw them on the stage, in the pit... i feared for my life. large plastic cups were raining down from plenty of feet.. if one hit me.. it would probably have been the end of me. when we were leaving, we saw a trail of blood, presumably from where someone got hit. savages! so, after the band came back on stage, the roadies started kicking the cups under the stage. so, i yelled to this one roadie we were waving to, asking if he would get a cup. he did, and threw it up to us. yay! at this point, i guess i should explain our seats. we were right behind the stage, first row of the first level. so, directly in front of us and about 20 feet or so down was the floor of the ice palace, where all the men were walking around doing their various things. this is where the fog machine guy comes in. he saw the roadie guy throw us up a cup, and there was one near him, so he throws it up to us. we miss. he tried again. we missed again. so he gets this chick to throw it up to us (cause he has to watch the fog machine, or whatever), and she CHUCKS it up there, hitting me in the head, resulting in pain that is just now subsiding, three days later. at least we got the cups though. then roadie guy goes to get some water out of this cooler that i'm assuming is for the band and tech guys and THROWS IT TO US. that just doesn't happen, man. at the blink concert, there was this chick BEGGING for water and they wouldn't give her any. how cool are we? very. then the fog machine guy crawls up and gives steph this note that says "you're cute, i might have some goodies for you from the concert" and his phone number. score! but she won't call him. i don't blame her.

then, we waited for so long after the concert to see if dave would come out, but he didn't. he left like, ten minutes after the show. if he's listening, i would like to apologise to todd the security guy (who knew NOTHING about riots, mind you) for calling him a liar and telling him he was going to hell. and the guy who looked like ron howard. i'm sorry.

goodtimes. rock on. yes. i'm not very prolific tonight. i really should be studying for bio or doing my paper on Electra. but i'm a loser. :D

speaking of losing. sean stayed at my house over memorial day weekend, which was fun in a bucket.. almost more than i could stand *winkwinknudgenudge*. almost, mind you. heh. anyway. so he stayed here that weekend. he stayed at his own house, but was back last weekend.

and now i probably won't see him until the weekend of october seventh.

shenanigans. it just ain't right. but i'm managing.. and maybe it will give me some time to actually get some school work done. i'm not doing a very good job of that.

and thank you carson daly, for reminding me of my duties as a journaler... though jodie sweetin knows you aren't really one to talk either. :�