My heart feels funny right now and I have no clue how I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight. Tomorrow is happening. MGMT concert. I’m going. And I’ve been thinking so hard about it - this is honestly one of the best things to have ever happened to me. If not the best. I know the show will be wonderful, all that I could ever imagine and more. But I am so, so excited about the possibility of meeting the band. Especially Andrew, because I actually adore him with every fiber of my being. And such excitement and hope is dangerous when your ride doesn’t understand or care how big of a deal this all is for you. I know she doesn’t want to stay after, so I’m nervous as to how that will all play out. I need to stay. This is my one shot to seize everything I’ve ever wanted. I AM NOT WILLING TO LET IT SLIP. I would be so heartbroken if I had to leave right after the concert. I can see it happening too. Maybe I’ll just stay at Stanford forever and hitchhike home. Either way. Concert. That’s happening. Finally seeing MGMT live. Finally. 

