Pandemonium

Nihilism, Bedlam, Disarray, Mobocracy, Turmoil, Insert Synonym Here.

God, My house is fucking chaos. Excuse my English. But it is absolute anarchy. Days like this make me remember why I decide to spend so much of my life at my school. I usually prefer being surrounded by screaming friends and classmates than pregnant mothers, angsty 14-year-olds, overly-energetic grade schoolers, and crying, neglected babies. Plus there is shit all over the floor. SHIT EVERYWHERE. The kitchen floor today was littered with quite a variety: Couch pillows, plastic kid cups, crayons, spilled water, books and god-knows-what-else. I’m carrying around a heavy weight in my mind today, with a big paper due tomorrow that I still have to start…When I got home and saw the kitchen floor today, I felt like crying.

I’m kind of fragile at the moment.

And my bitching session should be over for the time being.

Look what I bought today:


That’s right.
I’M GONNA SEE MY BAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO SEE MY HERO(ES) IN PERSON!!!! IT IS ACTUALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!
I’m a little excited.

I’m still kind of shocked that I actually pulled this off.
My parents are letting me go to a concert.
This is monumental.

Needless to say, this will be my first concert. My friend Maria is coming with me. She is not a Motion City fanatic like I am but she also is marveling at our good fortune.

I AM GOING TO SEE JUSTIN PIERRE. He is almost my God.
This is thrilling.

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So I had pages upon pages of words backed up in my mind as I was furiously scrubbing dishes this evening, and now I’ve typed about one page in a Word document and I feel like I’m done.

But I’ve said what I need to say, some ungrateful complaining about the state of my home and a few all-caps sentences about Motion City.

Now on to that damn essay.