another day, another blog

It's only 11:17, and I've been up for about fifteen minutes, but I'm already bored, so I might as well say something in here. Last night, Jim Cuddy ended up being okay. Super ultra country and folky, and I dig that. And he also looked a lot better than I thought he did. I had my 300 on and I was about 20 feet away and he looked a lot less melt-y than I thought he would. See?



I think he looks pretty darn good. The girl on violin was pretty good too. I kinda wish that Mom ended up going and we went together, because it wasn't really that bad. I mean, I still would have much rather seen Sufjan but I'm pretty sure he won't be playing Centre for the Arts any time soon. Probably for the better, as I would probably have a heart attack or end up with a restraining order or something.

Seriously, time to be a fifteen year old girl:



Are you in love yet? No?



Okay, I'm gonna go eat. All this swooning made me hungry.