Windwax

i can feel the wall in my brain.

this isn't going to be easy to write at all.

especially because i've gotten used to the keyboards at school.

no..mostly because i feel absolutely no creative flow tonight.


on sunday we drove to the coast and i got my limbs buried in sand.

it was cold and grey but i think that's what made it all the better.

on monday i woke up, got dressed all fancy with a flannel and blue jeans and new pair of macbeths.

left after second with goodbyes to camille and gia.

we are all fools for tegan and sara.


veronica didn't get to go...

we ditched school together and yeah. long story short, her mom is a psycho bitch. not going to lie.

so i physically dragged alex to get ready and in the shower she went.

i burnt CD's and brought magazines for the somewhat lengthy drive to davis.

we got lost in davis, gross flat farmland, pretty much.

because no online map directions are ever trustworthy towards the end.

"should we turn down this dirt gravel road to nowhere..? yeah sure. wait. there's a tractor coming down it."

we hung out with alex's friend breanna, who goes to davis. she's totally cool. i've known her forever.

after waiting in line in almost the back, we got into the building and were almost up front.

after waiting, an horse came on.

i have listened to them before and was overly-impressed.

they're from australia and their accents are adorable.

then, like last time, they left the stage and after waiting half an hour the lights went out and movement on stage was seen.

Dark, you can't come soon enough for me...

their setlist was almost the same as last time.

(american idol's on and i have a man-crush on jason castro...)

their stories were completely different this time, though.

they are so gifted. with everything. talent, humor...

i was fucking busting up in the crowd. i looked over at alex (stuck behind a gross stinky man)

and she was laughing her ass off at sara's story. harder than me.

anyways. tegan never gets very involved with sara's stories. she just kind of chimes in with every once in a while.

but when sara's talking, EVERYONE is looking at her.

so i looked at tegan, and she was at the xylophone. she dropped the sticks accidentally, picked them up, looked over at me, and smiled.

i beamed.

everything was just fucking...magical.

"see you in the fall" they said.



dresden dolls may 18th.

got the tickets along with your letter, hammy.

way to make me beam once again.



i'm tired, and need to do laundry.

see you on the flip side.


i really do not like blogging lately.

here's before they left the stage... i think after their encore.

so yes... last look.



tegan is pure hotness.


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