Cha-Ching!

Going to see Secondhand Serenade at the Attic tomorrow, and going to see Panic! in Columbus. Couldn't be a happier gal.
Well, Hermit's in Vegas, for some ungodly reason. If he comes up to Ohio, tellmetellme. I want to meet the man/(insert insulting name here) that wrote those lyrics. Yay faux artists! I'd also like to meet Mrs. Swoon but I don't think she'd be coming up here anytime soon. Gotta congratulate her for dancing with Beyonce. Pretty big, eh?
When T. and Blue come into town, I won't only be seeing Panic! I'll be seeing Weezer too. Gotta love favorite bands that tour with other favorite bands. Now all we need in the mix is The (almost non-existent) Young Veins and (the actually non-existent) Fall Out Boy. Hoo-rah.

I've been writing more poetry. Haikus, actually. Less of poetry and more of just incomplete thoughts that are put into a syllabic pattern. Here's a couple of 'em:

The sun shines today;
On everything you can see.
I am indifferent.

A tree sheds it's leafs
When butterflies fly away.
A tree won't notice.

I can be indulged
In your dramatizations,
Just as a stone could.