Every Minute Is Like An Hour/A-SECTION TICKETS!!!

You ever notice when you’re anticipating something, it takes forever to get here?  I’m waiting on Ringo’s tickets.  They go onsale at ten and the Box Office at the Arts Center doesn’t open til May, so I have to get the tickets online or by phone.  Guess which I’m doing?

I saw this great package deal that has seats within the first fifteen rows, a concert tour T-shirt, drumsticks, and an 8×10 photo of Ringo.  I’m so nabbing this package if I can!

I’m debating only getting one ticket.  I mean, Lexi or someone would probably come with me if I asked, but to be honest, I think I’d rather go alone.  Rob proved last night he has no interest in going.  Not to mention we had another argument.  Neither one of us wants to be with the other, I don’t think.  But he couldn’t even tell me that he decided he wanted some space, so . . .

::Shrugs::  I don’t know.  To be honest, I’m pretty much beyond caring, at this point.  If he claims to still want to be friends, or more, then he can prove it to me.  He can actually work at getting me to believe him instead of automatically assuming I’ll put more faith in him when I have virtually nothing left.  I have to focus on myself and honestly, everyone else be damned.  No one else can save me and I’m not even sure I can save myself.  But I’m gonna focus on my life and working so I can be someone who might, just might, be able to save someone else before they get to the point I’m at right now.

And no, for anyone who’s wondering, (assuming anyone’s actually reading this,) I’m not talking suicide.  Honestly, I’m talking about something far worse, in my opinion.  Losing one’s self.  And truly not caring about the fact.  That’s what I’m in danger of.

I find it kind of funny, really.  When I did that meditation experiment on Rob, one of the songs I played was Tourniquet, because he wrote that it made him feel rage against the masses, or some such like that.  And when under meditation, I asked him what the song made him think of/feel after I played it.  He said it reminded him of being lonely and depressed, and wondered why people didn’t see that.  How much more obvious did he need to be?

Well, I can say that if he thinks he’s being obvious, he has a pretty twisted idea of obvious-ness.

*Edit*

Okay, I no longer care about anything negative I was saying in this entry.  I’ll undoubtedly come back to feeling it later, but I have to report: A-SECTION TICKETS, SEATS 110 AND 112 AT THE ARTS CENTER ON JUNE 27TH FOR RINGO STARR!!!!!!    Me is happy . . .

A-SECTION!!!!!!  That is freaking UNBELIEVEABLE!!!!!!!!  I went on and I was almost losing it because my computer was being really slow, and the tickets weren’t on sale yet, and I was gonna spazz in a bad way, but when I did see the page, there was this special Ringo package you could get that had tickets within the first fifteen rows (EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!), an 8×10 photo of Ringo, a pair of signature drumsticks, and a concert tour T-shirt.

It was somewhat extra, but I went for two packages.  Whether it’s Rob, or someone else, if they don’t want the other stuff in the package, I will gladly take it.  Actually, I’ll probably see if I can yoink the second photo and that way Dolly can have it or something.  I know she’d love that.

Okay, I’m gonna see if I can get some sleep before work, because I’ve been going off three hours here, two hours there for the past 48 hours.

Bye!