The Queen is coming to America!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, Ellie Goulding is coming! AHHHHHHHHHHH! The plan is to see her in Raleigh, NC on a Friday night in June. I wanted to go to Maryland but it is a Monday night and I don’t know my schedule. What happened to the DC date? Everyone goes to DC! Oh well. Friday night is awesome for a concert so I’m going back to Raleigh. I love North Carolina, btw. I’ve only been there once. lol. The funny thing is I will be in North Carolina twice within 30 days if things go as planned. I will hopefully be in Asheville for my birthday in May and then to see Ellie on June 10.
Anyway, I’m hoping the best seats did not sell during the American Express presale. Can Jeb fix that? 😉 I see a solo seat available in the second row and I would kill to get that seat. As long as I’m not on the lawn, I think I’ll be okay. This has been my dream for 2 full years. ROFL. Sorry, I crack myself up. 🙂
I’m going to get my ticket this Friday. YAY! So excited. The only thing I see stopping me is if I have to get a lawn seat. I’m not going all the way to Raleigh to sit on the lawn. Now I have something to live for until June. Ellie, I love you!
I don’t know how people do this NaNoWriMo thing. Haha. I have 431 words. I’m going for a short story so I guess 25,000 words would be fine…I don’t know. I don’t like reading short stories (except the classics). Hell, I barely read fiction anymore.
…I grew somewhat quiet and withdrawn – “in myself” as I came to call it when it had become much more extreme. Unless spoken to, I didn’t have much to say; I wasn’t sure I even deserved to be heard. I’d started to believe (or, perhaps more correctly, feel), that speaking was actually “bad”…Perhaps this was the beginnng of my estrangement from the world, the very first inklng of my illness, something I’d never really experienced before, and a habit of mind that would intermittenetly mark me for the rest of my life.
Oh my gosh. I can relate to Elyn Saks so much. Her life story is like mine minus the whole being committed to mental institutions thing. I love this book: The Center Cannot Hold: My Journey Through Madness. Ugh, this mental illness thing is so frustrating. People think you can just overcome it. Dude, this shit is real. Real like your broken leg. I’m not going to rant about my disappointment in people. Instead, I’m going to read and NOT write my “novel”. There ya go.
Tomorrow I have to vote. I still don’t want to. I hate leaving my house after working all day. I’m so spoiled.