Day 4: It Was the Worst of Days, It Was the BEST of Days!

So day four didn't go so hot. Maybe it was a combination of the fact that I was starving after working all morning and got irritated, or perhaps it was frustration due to all of the sugar in the entire bag of strawberry licorice I ate, but either way, I got real sick of that CD. My body felt strange, like I was nervous or about to explode or something. Like strange jitters inside my chest. I wanted nothing more than to take that CD out, break it in half, spit on it, and throw it on the ground. BUT I DIDN'T! Because I'm strong...or so I think. It's only the fourth day of this venture, after all.

I went to the hockey game tonight, hoping to hear some pop tunes, even the terrifying Lady Gaga, for crying out loud. But most of the songs were oldies, or 80s rock, like AC/DC, who I also hate, but is very much preferable to my current soundtrack. Anyway, at the game, my friend, Skye, asked if going to concerts was against the rules. I said it wasn't. Before you think I'm a fraud, hear me out.

Concerts may be my favorite thing in the whole wide world, and not many of my favorite bands come very close to here. So when there is a concert, which is pretty much once every six months, and I know about it, I feel obligated to go. Plus, it will help me to keep my sanity.

So one of my favorite bands, Run Kid Run, is playing in Menominee in February. She and my sister were going to take me there for my birthday. Skye spoiled it. But it's only because she realized she won't be able to go, since it's on spring break. Anyway, I'm going to this concert, because I need to. My health is begging me to go. And we'll be listening to Nickelback the whole way there. I am fully convinced this will be the best concert ever. I've seen this band four times, but I'm certain this will be the most glorious of them all.

So go ahead, call me a fraud or a disappointment. I call it not ripping someone's arms off.