osbessed troll girl persists
monday, july 30, 2001
so.
spend most of my time surpressing urges to kick and punch random people i pass in the street just for being there, as well as overcoming the urges to just stay in bed until a bright new year roll in. just to be sure i stay permanently distracted from acting on either urge, i've bought a sack full of juicy evil batteries enough to kill every speck of life on this planet if i buried them in the woods instead of endlessly feeding them into my portable cd player.
yes. i did buy the depeche mode bootleg i'm listening to simply because the makers called it "live in dave gahan's pants". i'm easy to please. in one ear i hear dave gahan sing the opening lines to "in your room" and in the other i hear a whiney girl ask somebody to "please move the other way, thank you soooooo much!" ... ah, that's quality for you. whatever. i don't have to listen to the clickety-clack of people around me typing, don't have to pay attention to anything anybody says. a license to ignore, that's what i've got. thank you, dear inventor of headphones.
(i was going to type a few paragraphs on ..things, but i have this feeling that i shouldn't so i won't. there you go.)
i'm trying to organize my little obsessed concert trip wednesday. it's not going very well. there are no late night trains or buses between here and there. at all. that leaves few options. i could try and persuade my dad to come pick me up. this morning i tried to hint him into offering a ride, but he got it wrong and suggested i try and sell the ticket and stay home. er, no. that's not what an obsessed troll does, dad.
then i found out the outdoors concert will be held at a hostel/resort type of place. great. this means a) i have to find a way between the city itself and this outside resort place late at night (taxi?), b) have to find a place to stay nearby the resort place overnight. fabulous.
i'm half-seriously thinking about just taking a taxi in to city after the show and camp out at the train station until the first 5 am train back home. it would hardly be the first time in my life i spent endless hours at some dinky station somewhere. i survived 4 hours at the newark new jersey greyhound station a thursday night, i'm fairly certain i can handle 6 hours at a sleepy small swedish bus terminal. my mother's only request if that happens is that i stay awake and aware of escaped mental patients on a homicidal binge. since there is a major mental institution nearby, she figures the warning is warranted. okay, mom.
the venue being part of a resort place also tells me it will be harder to do the all-day entrance camp-out that i had planned. i may want to, but they might not let me, depending on if i can get to the entrance without having to enter resort grounds. i say boo. what's an obsessed troll to do? hell if i know.
i don't really care. i'm live in dave gahan's pants.
cin cin!
