let's do this like a prison break

Last night was the Yeah Yeah Yeahs- as you can imagine an energetic show that has left me hoarse and sore from moshing. everyone left with one of two thoughts- 1) i want to grow up to be Karen O or 2) i want to have karen o's babies...and maybe you can do both.

one small rant- if you don't like moshing, get out of the front. if you're going to stand around and be emo, i'm going to crash into you all the harder- i don't care how hard you looked for your urban outfitter's bargain bin find, or that your carefully constructed hipster haircut is getting ruffled. i especially hate it when the boyfriends do the protective arm-cage around their distraught, fragile hipster. again, if you want to stand around and frown, go home and listen to your expensive hi-fi, or get towards the back, because i'm there to jump around. don't let my converse shoes fool you- i'm a rocker, and i rock out.

then to kerby lane for an abominable amount of queso and chips with the usual crowd. after that, a shower-- the sign of a good show is when you're not sure if the sweat you're covered with is your's or a stranger's-- and then the dive into bed. yay saturday night. boo the morning after, composed of papers and laundry. but at least i've grabbed hold of a thesis and am running with it. ;] oh yeah, and clean clothes are nice, too.