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Welp, despite waking up at 6:30 this morning to go help sell John Mayer tickets (they went on sale at 10 a.m. and are almost sold out, which is odd because he kind of sucks) I’ve had a nice Friday so far. My feet ache from running around campus all morning in my favorite but most uncomfortable shoes, I’m hungry, and I have to sit here for the next, oh, four hours saying “Hello, welcome to the Wharton Center,” but I’m still in an oddly good mood. This morning I was told by a patron that I’m very nice and sweet and by another that I have really pretty hair. And I got a still-drunk-from-last-night frat boy who was quite pissed off that he couldn’t get front row seats for John Mayer (he kept saying “this is bull shit!” and uttering other profanities under his breath) to be happy with his Row N seats and leave with a smile on his face. He even told me to have a great weekend! And in a few hours, Nic and I will FINALLY leave campus for a week. Aaaand, it’s my Daddy’s birthday today! Happy Birthday, pops.
I’ve been having the worst insomnia lately. All I want to do is sleep. Last week, I couldn’t stay awake. And now, I can’t fall asleep. What is wrong with me? I should be exhausted after today. I yelled at people and ran around for nearly four hours at the Ron Paul rally (which I was working at, not attending). Welp, at least I have “such an adorable smile,” or so a stranger there told me. And yet, the highlight of my day was Chris finding an accordion while doing lost and found after the rally. Especially since it was in a very suspicious black trunk. Ugh. I just want to sleep though. I want tomorrow to be over so I can see Laura Stevenson and the Cans on Wednesday, Frontier Ruckus on Thursday, AND THEN finally have spring break and go home to the UP with Nic to play in the snow and hang out with my cat and spend some much needed quality time with my dad. I really can’t wait for the 9 hour car ride through almost all of Michigan. I’ll probably - no, definitely - abuse my instagram privileges over the next week and a half but who cares, because that means I’ll have something in my life worth remembering. So really if I could just fall asleep right now, that’d be great.