So there was this concert last night that I wanted to go to ever since they announced the first bands, and on the way to school me and my mom tried to be the 74th caller or whatever and win tickets, but we didn't. So on the way home I was thinking, "Well, looks like we're not gonna get to go, time for a nice, quiet evening as usual," but turns out my parents bought tickets anyway and the whole thing that morning was a ruse. Anyway it was badass. There were a few people smoking pot, and so most of the time I was consciously trying to breathe through my mouth so as not to get high off the secondhand smoke. Marijuana smells weird. This is getting really rambly and to begin with should probably be a blog, so I'll stop.