it was a miracle i didn't lose my sanity last week. by the time friday rolled around, i was in severe sleep deprivation mode, yet somehow managed to make it through all my classes. somewhere within that week, my laptop crashed as well. nothing like a little stress on top of a week full of roadtrips with NO time whatsoever to deal with any problems that would arise. brianna found me on the floor holding my poor computer screaming expletives and on the verge of tears. i was three weeks away from getting an external hard drive for my birthday, and my laptop just HAD to crash. fortunately, my hard drive ended up being just fine, i [my dad] bought a new laptop and an external, and successfully transferred all my data over to the new laptop. so as sad as i was to see the old one go, i'm trying my best to embrace change and get used to the new one [complete with windows seven!] i'm now stuck with. but enough about my addiction to the cyber world.
by the time three o clock on friday rolled around, all i wanted to do was crash into bed. and that's precisely what i decided to do. there were four bands playing [o'brother, biffy clyro, the features and finally manchester orchestra.] and i'm only a fan of the last one. so i made up my mind to catch a few zzz's over hearing the opening bands. this is something i very rarely do - i'm all about staying for the whole show and giving each band my full attention. my own personal show morals, i guess you could call them. but i was more concerned for my health at this point, so naptime it was. i headed west to kansas city around seven and got to the beaumont club at nine on the dot. i caught the very end of the features and manchester was up next. absolutely perfect. i also secured a great spot. the pit was INTENSE and although i usually enjoy getting a little crazy and sweaty, this was not my night for it. so i stayed right behind all the crazy moshers and had myself a pretty good view and lots of pesonal space. manchester absolutely killed it, and i couldn't have been more happy with everything about their set. andy hull is such a beast; he's huge and burly with this totally amazing beard. you'd probably be scared to run into him on the street, and if you saw him in a gas station you'd think he was a trucker. but hand him a guitar and throw him on stage and he makes godly music. yumba. i left with warm fuzzies in my mind. that is, until i walked outside. it was raining and fifty degrees on my drive over. and it was twenty degrees and BLIZZARDING with two inches of snow already on the ground when i left. what. the. hell. by the time i got back to my car, i was literally covered in snow and drove home rather scantily clad... ha. it was a scary drive home and took way longer than it should have. nobody was ready for a random dumping of snow and the highways were terrible. but i made it home unscathed and literally crashed into bed the minute i walked in the door. insanity, i tell you. utter insanity.
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