Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because In The End Everything Worked Out Nicely Ok my current situation couldn't be more weird... well, it could but I wish it wouldn't be. So I sneaked into some computer lab in my school (I think there was a class there but I tried to sneak in without anybody noticing) and impatiently waited for 1:30 pm so I could finally buy the Franz Ferdinand/Death Cab for Cutie tickets. I planned to buy two: one for me, and one for someone special (it was supposed to be a secret). Unfortunately, I didn't get them. They sold out before I could even spell out my first name. I almost broke into tears (hahah). Ten minutes later I get a call from that someone special. He was all excited and all trying to tell me how he just bought Boston concert tickets to FF/DCfC. I wanted to kill him at that moment. Then he tells me he bought three tickets: one for himself, one for me, and one for someone who's not as important as me. Piece of me died when I heard that; the good kind of death; the excitement death. 1:51 p.m. - February 08, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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