Something worth 2009

Cliche as it sounds, words cannot express how I feel.
It was surreal like all of this was just a dream.
I woke up this morning and was, "Did this really happen?"

It was a waste I didn't get to see him. I really wanted to then it would make my night complete. I should've bought the 145 tickets. A surge of regret makes me feel heavy and go SHIT SHIT SHITTTTTT, I should've done this and that and this.

But last night was, fucking awesome.

And above was the best performance.

During the concert, I was super insecure to dance next to a couple who were so stoned and sitting throughout the concert. Soon after I joined Anisha and J, and I spazzed but the music inhabits you and it takes away all self consciousness.
He kept shaking his hips haha so sexy, so severely dorky and almost cool. Oh, no, he is.

He's one hip shaking, guitar picking, crowd wowing dude and I'm sure I'll cont. liking him down the road.

Peace out.

Haven’t you ever listened to music that made you cry? It’s like the melodies reach in through flaring nostrils and caress your skin from underneath making all your hairs rise at attention, they too trying to listen. And then all the tingly sensations, the unnamed emotions, culminate at the dam on your eyelids until they fall from your body like a stream flowing over the top of a mountain. I liken it to a musical detoxification treatment; freeing yourself of non-required thoughts and feelings and returning to your inherent self - a being made of love and light.

-Jason Mraz

I still wish I could write well.