i hate school

i really do.
now i'm sad.

diary of a bitter concert non-goer

i'm sorry john mayer, that night wasn't meant to be.

i was thrilled. i was 95% loaded. all i needed was the green light. but no. i didn't even care if no one came with me and that i have to drive all the way to moa on my own.

in retrospect, it would have been nice to have gone with someone. but nicer to have actually gone. :c yeah well. i had to cram a paper. things i do for school. oh the torture.

i wanted this so badly since the start of summer. but. i heard he was 'sabog' anyway. it was the last peg of his tour so he ought to be extra tired. same voice, style, swagger i guess but 'sabog' nonetheless. i mean, he looked less than pleasant then. to me. hair= no. shirt= seen cooler. drummer= not his drummer. he just doesn't look that appealing than he actually is to me.
the photo gets two thumbs up though. i think the event was strict on camera screening too. so that wouldn't have worked on me. i would have been crying the whole night for not having nice photos.

so. maybe next time, john mayer. i still love you. when i see you though, if i see you, try to look like this.