WE HAVE NINE INCH NAILS TICKETS!!!! okay, breathe, breathe, i can deal, really. ok. it's not even an april fools joke. oh, i know, it has been a while. what's even more fascinating is that i am posting this from home (i.e. the apartment) - aziza got a computer and proper hookup a few weeks ago. i try not to be obnoxious about it, so this is the first time i've asked to use it. so wednesday night i left early so that i could get some books from the unc library on hamlet - yes, paper due. what's hilarious is that one of the sources i get to use is.. angela's thesis! it was on ophelia, which is very pertinent as i am... oh, who cares, it's just a hamlet paper. as we left it turned out there was a free sneak preview at the student union of high fidelity - yes, based on the nick hornby book, and yes, starring john cusack. i was half dead-enthusiastic, half bracing myself but.. it kicks ass. it totally pegged the serious music nerds i've known in my life, in such a dorky and endearing way, and john cusack is, well, john cusack. go see. it good. tarzan spoken. thursday i can't even remember. i worked hard to finish the online edition of the school paper. i ate a portobello mushroom. i lead a very exciting life. envy me. oh, wait, that's when i was casually reading a news paper and stumbled upon a FULL PAGE announcement that nine inch nails were finally dragging their cute asses this way may 13, with opener - you guessed it, maynard from tool! (i wish i was em and knew him, heh, i could weassel my way to trent i'm sure. hmm. i prolly shouldn't have shared that. not a stalker. just want trent.) so i get to school and e-mail gene and angela, and within half an hour both mail back a 'what THE FUCK HOLY SHIT!!" and we decide to get tickets (well, that gene gets us tickets, hehe - thank ghod for credit cards, i haven't even paid him back for my fiona ticket.) so friday comes and all day i'm all dying coz i'm so sure something is going to go wrong, but no... WE GOT TICKETS, BAYBE!!! and then my sandal broke so all day i was wearing a sandal on my left foot and a canvas shoe on my right coz the canvas shoes pinch so i only wanna wear one at a time. come evening we were gunna go buy me shoes when gene looks in his trunk, finds his 'old' sneakers and - they fit! i'm so fit! i can run! i can run in stairs without my knees killing me! hooray for nike sweatshops!.... not. so we went out to celebrate at some neat small club with live dj's whatever that were really good, and jessica was there, and i fell in lust with a super skinny, pasty white, long hair blonde saggy leatherpants vampire roadie looking guy. my taste does suck. bwah. and today i bought a gorgeous goldy top at a vintage shop only to lose it somewhere on the way to the car and now we have had freschetta pizza and donuts and are watching the basketball game - go tar heels? god, i never thought i'd say that. okay. bye. freschetta.