Waiting for daylight

Better update, lest I get yelled at.

My cats are being super obnoxious right now. It's...well, it's annoying. Surprsing, I know. Anyway, onto business.

Day 2 - Your first Paramore concert
I first saw Paramore in November of 2009. It was a warm fall day. I remember because I wore only a t-shirt and jeans to the show. It was in Minneapolis and I went with my two roommates and my then best friend. The drive was fun, but I was exhausted. You see, I worked that morning, 7-12, unloading truck. I was up late the night before, until around 3 or so. There was this girl. This way too awesome, way too funny, way too hypnotizing girl. We just talked, and talked, and talked. All night. It was awesome. I didn't sleep on the way to the concert. Minneapolis is at least a three hour drive, maybe four. I forget. Anyway, we got to the show and the opening bands, there were three of them I think, were just...well, annoying. One of them was pretty good, one was mediocre, and one was pretty terrible. It took way too long for Paramore to get on stage. But when they did, they lit that shit up. It was totally awesome. Honestly one of the best shows I've ever been to. (Only, seeing them on the Honda Civic Tour last summer was roughly 200 times better. That show ruled my world.) The thing I remember most about the Minneapolis show is that they played I Caught Myself. And I smiled a lot because of that aforementioned girl. I spent most of the concert wishing she would have been there with me. Which is silly. But I was totally enamored with her already, even though we had just met. She has that kind of affect on most people, I think. I remember her texting me after the show, and just being happy about life. I fell asleep on the way back, totally content with life and Paramore and everything. It was good until the two in the backseat got all bitchy with us in the front. Oh well. All three of them are irrelevant now. Not that girl though, she's still totally relevant. And so is Paramore. Good things man, good things.

Anyway, as much as I'm sure that no one wants to hear me gush about lame stuff for three pages...wait, does that sentence make any sense?
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Yeah, no, it doesn't. But anyway, I'm going to go to bed I think. I don't have much to blog about, and to be honest, well, okay, maybe I like gushing but it's dumb and I'm self-concious.

Or I could talk about my weird ass dreams....hmm. Next time.
Next time.
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