it-was-beautifully-depressing:

It’s finding out a band is touring and the awfully long time you have to wait for dates. It’s the panicking, the nerves, and the hopes that they’ll come to your town. And when they finally do, it’s the rush to get tickets as soon as possible. It’s counting down the days, wishing it’d just come…

The PCD is the worst part. At this point, nothing else matter: university is the last of my concerns, hanging out with your friends is cool but not enough. You’d do anything to live this night again. Kind of an addiction in fact.