Dude. . .K. . .you and me and Paris makes three. . .that's kinda what Erin
said today. As we were having a last minute ticket difficulty. Only U2 fans
do silly things like last-minute trips to South Africa. . .passport-less,
last-minute trips. . .ticket-less, hotel-room-less trips. . .it's cool
letting it all go, isn't it? Only now, the thing is to not fade away. . .:-)
Okay, so I still have two finals to get over until I can devote myself to
thinking about Joberg. I need to pack - actually, I need to wash my clothes
sometime. But I'm just starting to get excited (how well it's timed with my
bones knitting from the last concert I went to).
And, especially with my roommate, the world's most annoying girl, playing
her horrible CD collection at a volume that could cause deafness in
children 43829 miles away - I'm dreaming with lemons in my eyes.
Has this actually occurred to anyone? WE'RE SEEING THE LAST BLOODY POPMART
ON EARTH! :-D I can't believe I'm going. . .I knew that I would never be
able to believe it. . .I don't think I'll get it until much later. . .like
April . . .
Try some, buy some, fee fi foursome. . .
Dana