Well, this is certainly one of the larger gaps between updates, my apologies. I'm sure the one or two people nutty enough to read this page regularly have since left, but who cares. I should probably mention that the moan site I mentioned last time is back up.

I finally saw TMBG last Friday, and I had the best time I've ever had in recent memory. Me and my friend (John) got there 30 minutes before the actual show started. We were trying to find where the heck the line started when I heard, "Hey, I know you two!" We turned to see a girl we knew from high school. John knew her better (I think she was in marching band with him), but I did have her in a class or two. We met up with two of her friends and budged--er--got in line with them (I sure am glad I had already bought my tickets beforehand).

Basically when we got in we stood in the same spot for a whole two hours until TMBG actually came out. There was a lame opening act that I will not get into. Finally the concert began, but it still was only fun, not great. Then they played Birdhouse in Your Soul, and then the place just began to rock. I began to really get into it, jumping around and shit and just letting myself go. John wasn't quite so enthusiastic, but he seemed to be having a good time. Then suddenly they're playing conga music, asking people to grab the hip of a stranger and conga. I thought that was funny, but then Flansburgh acted pissed and said, "I'm not fucking kidding! We're not leaving until everybody congas!" And sure enough, a conga line came my way, and me and John jumped in! After a minute we stopped and found ourselves crushed like sardines--but I didn't care. It almost became moshpit-like then, body surfing and all. I don't think I have ever let myself go that much before. But aparently I got a little too enthusiastic, and I ended up hitting some poor girl in the face with my elbow! I was geniunely sorry (man I felt like an ass), but I just bumped her, and she seemed fine.

There is one thing that's bugging me, though. Before the concert I saw this girl that I was really interested in. Have you ever seen a person that just grabbed your eye for no aparent reason? Her hair was dyed black and her hair was tied back into pig tails in the back of her head. There was something about her that I found insanely attractive (and I can't even recall what her body looked like, other than her height...although it was dark...). It's like I just knew that she was a really interesting person, and I had to get to know her better. She was with a friend, so I thought it would be cool if I asked them to get something to eat with me and John after the show so I could learn more about her (I was banking on her being single, since she wasn't with any guys at the show). But god dammit, I turned my head for a second and the girls were five people away! No matter, I'll try to talk to her after the show. But alas, the conga line put me in the opposite end of the hall. It's driving me nuts. There are so few times when I have the confidence to do that kinda thing, and it just disapeared! Doesn't that just make you want to cry? Me too.

I've decided I want to dye my hair. I think it happened during the TMBG show. I just decided that I'm going to dye my hair. I talked to my sister, and we'll do it next weekend. I haven't decided what color I want. Green is my favorite color, but I've never seen good looking green hair, it's always too bright and lime-ish. Maybe blue or something? I don't know, but I'm doing it something, and I'm doing it next week--I'm excited.