Irony

I spent new year last year in the crapper and the year ended up being shit.

The "freshness factor" indeed!

Jason mother-freaking Mraz!

No words can describe my euphoric state at his concert in Austin- yes, I paid about $250^[1] to drive to Austin for one night to see the man. My life is almost complete! I will leave you with these images courtesy of my concert buddy, Sarah, and wonderful videos- we split duties.

^[1] Don't judge me!! It's Jason Mraz!!! He made Wordplay!

I found the reason

my father chose to move us to the United States.

Photo Credit: I don't really give a damn because I'm too happy!!!

America, F*** Yeah!

"If a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus with the seconds running gives you the jitters, just imagine an American-based Christian organization planning to poison water supplies to bring the Second Coming quicker."
- Lupe Fiasco

Ebay is crack

Every bid is like shooting up and getting that crazy high that leaves you paralyzed with euphoria. I don't really know what it's like to win mostly because I do it just to see how high the max bid has gone ^[1]. I have a feeling that if I did win, I would

1. Punch my fist in the air in a decleration of my victory
   
2. Beat my chest in a way slightly reminiscent of Tarzan
   
3. Begin running circles around the room
4. Shudder at the fact that I am a sad human being and spent all that time watching an item
5. Start panicking because I just spent a crapload of money
6. Shrug my shoulders because it is not my money
7. Change my facebook status to reflect my current state of emotions

...in that order.
That being said, I have just made my first serious bid and will basically

1. Cry and wallow in my misery
2. Die in a corner

...if I don't win the item. This will be even worse than the time [insert really bad memory here]^[2].

UPDATE: I GOT IT!!!! JASON MRAZ IN AUSTIN!!! WOOT WOOT!!!

^[1] ...and because I was flat broke at the time.
^[2] I don't really have that many bad memories because I have lived a wonderful life.

Q

I had the honor to be in the presence of the great Quincy Jones last week and the impossible happened- as soon as he stepped on stage, I bolted out of my seat and began clapping furiously as if demanding an encore of his entrance. Then my eyes began to fog up and I had the urge to hug the person next to me and cry like a baby. I have no idea what brought about this sudden rush of emotions... It must be the Q.

What should have been...

I was flipping through my journal and found the most ridiculous example of "what should have been" in there. Just so you can have a lovely taste of exactly how happy I was only to have my heart publicly ripped out, stomped on, and kicked to the curb.Three years of excitement right there...

Sept. 29, 2008 (Right after the Electric Touch/ Airborn Toxic Event/ Fratellis concert, contemplating the greatness that will be The Kooks)
"More concert goodness on Thursday! The Kooks shall invade the HoB with all their Brighton madness. It is like legalized looting where they steal my heart and take it with them. Oh yes, I made that comparison. I wonder if they will play any of their B-side songs.... I know one thing for sure, the only question that will be asked this Thursday is 'Do you wanna?'"

... If you don't think that was on the brink of madness, at one point I say "I feel like Jesus feeding all those people with five loaves of bread and two fish" in reference to me introducing some people to the Kooks' existance.
Imagine my disappointment when they just exited stage left and the curtains closed with 45 mins left to play. Imagine waiting three years for no encore, no goodbye, no "THANK YOU DALLAS!!!"

Wankers!

But before that point I was jamming for real as evidenced by this video. I forgot I was holding my phone that's why it's so shaky. Check out 3:30 how Luke was freaking pointing at me! I almost shat my pants... ok not really but I was pretty damn excited.

On the other hand... the ET/Airborn/Fratellis concert was BRILLIANT! The end...