So, last night I went to the John Mayer and Micheal Franti and the Spearheads concert!
My parents bought me these tickets for Christmas and I have looking forward to this concert for a long time!
All day long I sat at school, waiting for the weekend to finally start.
However, when I came home my parents unfairly chewed my ass out for not completing an assignment (called CAS, it's an IB thing).
It just about ruined my entire night.
Does it make me a bad person that when my mom spilled her Moe's burrito on her blouse I was kinda happy about it?
Maybe.
Or maybe the karma police were after her.
So I sulked during the whole car ride to the concert, plugging in my iPod and listening to Mr. Mayer and trying to tune out my parent's chatter.
I love my parents. I really do.
But sometimes they annoy the hell out of me.
I mean, I have a really good relationship with my mom and dad. I go to them for advice, I love hanging out with them (shopping with mom and father/daughter movie nights with my dad), and I'm genuinely interested to hear about their experiences in high school.
They are such a big part of my life and they have helped me through some difficult times.
However...
Baby bird needs to fly free.
Ah, I can't wait 'til college...
So anyway, about the concert.
My mom and I went together.
At first we were still a bit irked at each other but we gradually got over it.
The concert was really spectacular. John Mayer sounded so good live and I loved listening to his new songs as well as his old hits.
We were in the nosebleed section and could barely see a thing, but we still had a blast.
It was so much fun and I wish the concert lasted longer.
When it was over, my mom and I waited for my dad to pick us up.
While we were waiting, we listened to a street performer playing a violin.
It was so beautiful, we had to stop and listen.
The sad thing is that everyone ignored him. Dozens of people, just walked right by him. Staring straight ahead and doing their best to ignore his music.
It was really sad.
It reminded me of this article I read a while back.
I'm such a sucker for music, no matter where it comes from.
I always give money to street performers and try to stay for a few minutes to listen.
They just add so much character to the streets. They give it life.
I've always wanted to be a street performer for a day to see what it was like. I wonder how much I would make...
Would people ignore me too?
Would they take a break from their busy lives and stop and listen?
My parents bought me these tickets for Christmas and I have looking forward to this concert for a long time!
All day long I sat at school, waiting for the weekend to finally start.
However, when I came home my parents unfairly chewed my ass out for not completing an assignment (called CAS, it's an IB thing).
It just about ruined my entire night.
Does it make me a bad person that when my mom spilled her Moe's burrito on her blouse I was kinda happy about it?
Maybe.
Or maybe the karma police were after her.
So I sulked during the whole car ride to the concert, plugging in my iPod and listening to Mr. Mayer and trying to tune out my parent's chatter.
I love my parents. I really do.
But sometimes they annoy the hell out of me.
I mean, I have a really good relationship with my mom and dad. I go to them for advice, I love hanging out with them (shopping with mom and father/daughter movie nights with my dad), and I'm genuinely interested to hear about their experiences in high school.
They are such a big part of my life and they have helped me through some difficult times.
However...
Baby bird needs to fly free.
Ah, I can't wait 'til college...
So anyway, about the concert.
My mom and I went together.
At first we were still a bit irked at each other but we gradually got over it.
The concert was really spectacular. John Mayer sounded so good live and I loved listening to his new songs as well as his old hits.
We were in the nosebleed section and could barely see a thing, but we still had a blast.
It was so much fun and I wish the concert lasted longer.
When it was over, my mom and I waited for my dad to pick us up.
While we were waiting, we listened to a street performer playing a violin.
It was so beautiful, we had to stop and listen.
The sad thing is that everyone ignored him. Dozens of people, just walked right by him. Staring straight ahead and doing their best to ignore his music.
It was really sad.
It reminded me of this article I read a while back.
I'm such a sucker for music, no matter where it comes from.
I always give money to street performers and try to stay for a few minutes to listen.
They just add so much character to the streets. They give it life.
I've always wanted to be a street performer for a day to see what it was like. I wonder how much I would make...
Would people ignore me too?
Would they take a break from their busy lives and stop and listen?
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