Oh oh oh.

No no no.

GUESS WHAT?!

I saw him! I did! I did! I did!

The show was good, I'm pleased. I didn't get any pictures (at all) because I forgot to bring a camera, and Kaylee brought her's, but her's is a professional camera (technically) and we didn't even think about, you know, not being able to bring it in. We got a good parking spot and paid a whole whole lot less than a lot of people did for parking. The weather was nice, so even though our walk wasn't more than two or three blocks, it was nice out. I'm just listing things, I feel like. There were a lot of people in skinny jeans, plaid shirts, and cowboy boots (mostly guys, but girls dressed that way too. Only girls mixed it up, and wore skirts and dresses...with boots, everyone--even me--had boots on.) There was a transvestite. The show was not even close to selling out, I'm betting that I'll have to drive next time I want to see him.
He played like two and a half hours, and it was magical, in the corniest of terms. He played a bunch of stuff that I love*, and some new stuff, and randomly "Note to Self: Don't die" (it probably wasn't random, but it felt random, in the midst of the set) and that song just makes me think of Parker Posey, who I don't like at all. I was especially happy with the appearence of Please Do Not Let Me Go, Rescue Blues (which his moniter messed up during and he had to start over, the 'nati booed--not ME though.), Cold Roses, Off Broadway, Meadowlake Street, and Come Pick Me Up. Only because these are particular favorites (like Jane Austen).
There was some dude in the second balcony (right above us) who peridically smoked...(The Taft is an old theatre, and has been nonsmoking for some time, reguardless of the fact that EVERY venue in Ohio IS nonsmoking)...and he was smoking pot.
YAY RYAN ADAMS!

I don't think "The Cardinals" liked us (as the crowd). There was almost a ten minute wait for the Encore. But! I don't care! I loved it!! It was amazing!! Hahahahaha.
I'm grateful to have gone. And seen Ryan Adams :)

I really meant to be all narrative and complete and overbearing in this entry. But it didn't work out.


*I love it all, duh.

A very very short overview of my day. Beginning yesterday:

Last night I felt like death. I laid on my floor staring at my ceiling, and not in some philosophical, daydreamy way; it was a not really sure how I got there, but I don't think I can get up oh my I need a tissue but they're all the way over there way. I've got a cold.
Being the mellodramatic person I am, I thought that I was certainly painfully ill and should be bed-ridden, and took a long bath and acted as pathetic as possible. That is until about eleven thirty when I was showing my mom how to burn CDs and was more lively than I have been in the past seventy-two hours; but that is absolutely besides the point.
I slept in sweats, which normally I cannot stand. Normally it's shorts and a tank top or nothing (figure of speech! haaaaa.) But last night I was so cold and having had a cold feeling. I may've died otherwise. I tossed and turned and was really annoyed everytime I noticed a song on my ipod playing that I didn't want to hear and had to get out of my warm nest to change it, up until I fell asleep in an uncomfotably sickly state.
This morning was full of accomplishments: getting out of bed, score 500 for the team; taking a shower AND it only lasting 10 minutes AND getting dressed afterwards AND drying my hair, score 700; taking medicine and getting out the door, score-too many points to count. The only problem with my award winning morning (considering the circumstances,) was that the medicine I took was the drowsy-make-you-sleepy-kind! Oh man!
So here's a lesson everyone, driving on the highway + boring sociology class + drowsy sudafed = bad idea! I about died driving home, like, seriously. I got back on the highway to come home, and I ended up going north becuase I was too lazy to get out of the right lane (or, not coherrent enough, probably.) and just kept going. I'm very lucky I got gas because, well, when I really noticed where I was going...I was pretty much in Norwood. I got off at Kenwood, ate McDonalds. I would've walked around Kenwood, if I would've taken advantage of being up there, but actually I probably couldn't've walked. I made it home about an hour and a half later (???) and collapsed COLLAPSED on my couch. And barely came to when my dad came in, and slept for like four uninterrupted hours. Whoa!
So that was my morning, how was your day?
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Listen to Fleet Foxes, Noah and The Whale, Bombay Bicycle Club, Slow Club and Florence and the Machine; I did, and I think you'll agree it will turn out in your favor.

No Office tonight because of the VP debates! Oh dang!
I would MUCH MUCH rather have my mother wondering around complaining about Michael Scott's awkwardness than raving over Sarah Palin. And how Obama is a demon or something.
I wish the uninformed wouldn't make comments, for real.

I love Wait Wait don't tell me, and Mo Rocca, and being involved with each other. :)

Only...like... 20 more hours til Ryan Adams. Woohoo!

Also, I've managed to get myself roped into Relient K...Anyone want to come with me?
Yeah, I thought not...

OH, my love, we'll see each other soon...

Or, I'll see you, from the balcony, and that's all that will matter.

That's all that matters this week at all...

ALL THE MATTERS.

Just kidding. But that's the important thing this week. Radams!

"You aren't crazy Hannah, you're pretty." -Earl Young

I spend, roughly, 10 hours a week at school; I spend, roughly, 40 hours a week at the mall.
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I've been thinking a lot lately about the future; not that I don't think about the future a lot, and fairly often, I do, it's just a different kind of thinking right now.
Two years ago I thought I knew exactly what I was doing with my life: I was going to go to Master's Commission, I was going to become a Youth Pastor; in the grand scheme of things the first year I'd spend getting close to G-d, memorizing bible verses, performing in dramas, not thinking about the future, not realizing anyone around me, just G-d, I wouldn't have noticed the cute (probably blonde, probably thin, --remember this was the "plan"/fantasy-- probably wore a lot of vintage t-shirts, probably cried when he talked about prophetic dreams he had at age 14) boy who had undoubtably fallen for me and my artsy brand of G-d-loving. We'd date the second year, we'd get married, we wouldn't love anyone else. This situation (minus, you know, specifics) seemed literally inevitable. I'd have to give up listening to The Beatles and Ryan Adams and The Beach Boys and learn to love the Newsboys' newest worship album because secular music wasn't allowed and I wouldn't really fall in love, I'd fall in contentment, I'd do what I said I was going to do in the eighth grade.
This was going to suck.
Then, a year later I thought I had no idea what I was doing. I went to Northern and I didn't really want to, but knowing me, I settled. I screwed up by second semester and I got right back in the same situation I was in during high school (emotionally speaking). I hadn't made friends (hardly), I hated two thirds of my jobs (yes, two thirds.)

Now I am level. I don't know what I am doing and I hate it. I know, I'm nearly twenty, in the grand scheme of life (I noticed that is the second instance in which I've used the phrase "in the grande scheme of..." it's like when I used "More of less." at the end of every sentence (more of less) last year. I'm aware of over using it, but I can't come up with a better phrase (or, ha, word for "phrase") I'm ridiculous.) that is not a lot of time. I was GOING to be a journalist, but that seemed unreasonable, I am APPARENTLY going to be a teacher. Newsflash: I hate school. Why would I want to do that? I don't get myself at all. But! That's not what I was talking about, in my initial train of thought.
("INTERJECTION! SHOWS EXCITEMENT! OR EMOTION! & are generally set apart from a sentence by an exclaimation point! or, a period, when the feeling's not as strong!")
I was talking about the future. And how I think about it too much, I don't notice it happening.

I hate to be old fashioned, but my future ideas hardly have to do with my career. I just want to be happy, and I just want to love. I used to think that being really smart would get me anywhere I wanted in life, it would get me intelligent friends, job, hobbies, ect; which it would, yes, but I don't think it would make me happy. I love knowledge: I love to read and write and think and learn, but I love to serve more. I love to love more. Those are the things that make me happy. I live my life terrified most of the time, but when I'm working at the beanery and making people smile if the only time I'm not scared of anything, or when I'm helping someone do something at school, or anywhere--I'm more confident than ever. And that's really weird for me.

My future is a blur. I think too hard.
All I know is I want three things:
I want to love G-d more than anything in the world; I want to just love love love.
And I want to get married to someone who has a killer record collection.

Lolly lolly lolly get your adverbs here.

Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!



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I wish that people would just talk to each other like we like each other and we're grown up enough to act like it? That wasn't really a question initially, right? Right, best be brushing up on my grammer.

And my "Not having awkward conversations" etiquitte, I seem to be lacking in that area, awkward conversations are all I do!

I'm really terrible at writing anymore; I don't really feel like I'm writing to my potential.

I'll try again soon.

Also: The Elms were at Northern the other day, in Landrum. I left early and by the time I got to my car and my CD player shorted out (that doesn't take very long...) and got onto the highway (and, and, and!) and everything, I heard that Owen Thomas and Nate Whatever of the The Elms, just about the band I've liked the longest time, was there, in the hallway I always walk through. Oh dear.

Oh dear.



I love that commercial , where the guy is in the job interview, but he has a stain on his shirt, so everytime he opens his mouth the stain just makes jumbling foreign noises.

Gets me EVERY time!



I'm a loser.

And, work was good.

Hipsters in a house; thanks theselby.com!

There are very few things I find more enjoyable in life than American Apparel cotton clothing, Johnathan Tropper Novels, Soy coffee drinks and cream cheese flavored things; by things I mean, you know, muffins. I love these things. I also love driving around Cincinnati, listening to The Flight of the Conchords and laughing with Sara. And my short hair, and weekendings.

I never update this.

Becuase I don't want to talk about my life.

I was dropped from my english class, and that kind of blows.

And, you should listen to the Blue Album (self-titled) by Weezer over and over and over again, because it's the kind of album anyone could love.

Don't mess with me.

Don't do it.