The music fest was really amazing: it went well beyond my expectations. The performances I enjoyed the most were those of The Dandy Warhols (we were so close to the stage, I could see Courtney Taylor Taylor's disgustingly long thumb-nail) (the picture below, taken with His phone, attests of our closeness) (blame the poor quality on Nokia)



,The Shins (HE got an autographed CD), Ben Harper (even though I lost all respect for him after I discovered he was involved with Laura Dern)(it was so good though to be able to listen to some of his old songs while being held in HIS arms. It completely erased the memory of the other arms I shared these songs with) and the Rebirth Brass Band. We got to see many other gigs, such as Beth Orton, the Polyphonic Spree, Abra Moore, Al Green, Kermit Ruffins, Ben Kweller, Yo La Tengo and R.E.M. (it was great being able to watch them and not really care while knowing other people I should stop thinking about would have loved to be at my place)
I would really like to find out who the "mystery seventies mad-dancing man" was. The man standing on the side of the stage with the funny type-writing-dance.
I just cut my wristband off. Austin City Limits festival is officiously over. I should get back to doing work.

Austin City Limits is better than I thought it would be. This is one of the things that redeem Texas to me.
I am going to see my beloved Dandy Warhols in about an hour and forty nine minutes.
And now, I have to go shower while trying my best not to wet my wristband.

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After all those hours wasted dreading the task of facing the blank Word document (and writing unsent drafts of hate-mail destined to the girl formerly known as my best friend while browsing Ikea's bedding website with Him on the phone), my paper is quasi-finished. This was only 10% of all the work I was supposed to do for tomorrow and nothing else has been done.
I am the mighty underachiever. The underachiever with the coolest bedsheets.

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Constructive move: I decided to bring my notebook to school in order to get more work done.
Destructive move: Spent the past half hour installing my wireless network card. There is no escape from the internet.
I don't know what good will come from typing continuous elucubrations about my acute procrastinationitis besides making it more acceptable.
He is wearing a red t-shirt today. I love that colour on him. It reminds me of Nutella and rainbows.
Je l'aime je l'aime.
Ok, back to the paper - hopefully, by next post, I would have finished writing it.

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I have crossed the frontier between one day and the next... and my journal entry is still a blank page.
I have nevertheless expanded my knowledge on the subject of manbeef and domo-kun cubes. I shall try to go to bed satisfied. And press "snooze" on the guilt pang.

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On Procrastination

The Internet is a devastating tool for the student mind.
There is always something to do or to read. I am supposed to be writing a journal entry on the theme of Leadership right now. That is when, after all these years, I decide to start a blog.
After I graduated from AUB and started working, I was so nostalgic of student life... now that I have it back, I can't wait for it to end. Is life a continuum of dissatisfaction that comes in different shapes and wrappings?
I do not really mind procrastinating that much. It's just the feeling of guilt that comes with it. It creeps up gradually and, at the end of the day, makes you feel like you're nothing more than a little shit. A petite merde. A petite merde with a cable connection. The fastest petite merde on the digital highway.

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Why

I always thought blogs were lame.
I always thought people who write public blogs were nothing more than narcissic exhibitionnists and was firmly against having one of my own.
Until I realized I was a narcissic exhibitionnist too.
So this one is for you, all bloggers out there. The gravitationnal attaction was too strong.

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