I am home.
And i am drinking whiskey.
All is well.
You know a friend has had a crazy emotional experience at a concert when after yelling for 5 minutes, she just says, “FUCK ME FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK.”
THAT’S BECAUSE I JUST REALISED I’M GOING TO SEE HER SING TAVI IN CONCERT NEXT TELL ME HOW THAT’S NOT GOING TO BE TONIGHT’S MELTDOWN TIMES A MILLION.
I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS.
So my university had a ‘stress-free resort’ station set up today to help students combat the stress of finals week.
There was a coloring table
complete with Lion King coloring books
There was a lego table
also, free massages.
This is the most wonderful thing that ever happened in four years of college.
Our school should do this
Yeah ok so Sarah Connolly needs to come with a warning sign.
I mean, what does it say about my state of mind that I’m listening to fucking MAHLER to CALM DOWN?!?!!?!
Tonight’s concert has left me fighting the urge to CRY AND the urge to THROW UP. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to music.
I think I might need some help processing this.
Guys I am having a crisis on a scale never experienced at all thanks to Sarah Connolly.