The Concert of My Life

As you know, I paid around 400 dollars to see my favourite singer at his concert. It was a tediously long journey to get to the location of the event, but the anticipation of being able to see him live kind of made everything okay. I wandered around Sydney, right past the fancy medical school I failed to get into, and I was like, "fuck, I should've tried harder". Everything looked so new and shiny, and the facilities were that only a school of high prestige and repute could bring. If you had to judge that school and my school on nothing but appearance, that school would win 10:1.

Anyway that was sad and all, but I had a concert to attend so I didn't mind. Because I didn't know the city well enough, I became horribly disoriented in the middle of nowhere, and I don't know what I would've done without Google Maps. I don't know why I decided to take a train and then get on a different bus, when I could've just taken ONE train to go straight to where I wanted. As it happened, I took the longer and more complicated route, and I paid for it by getting lost and getting on a random bus anyway. By the time I arrived near the area it was completely dark- I didn't really know which stop to get off at, and I couldn't see. Out of sheer panic I mash the stop button on the bus, hoping to get off and make my way on foot- except the driver doesn't even hear the bell and keeps driving. Good thing he let me off even though he had driven past the stop- otherwise it would've just been more pain. At least I found my way right after I got off the bus, and despite all my panic I'd actually arrived at the stop I was supposed to, and found my way into the concert venue. 

The arena was MASSIVE. I knew it was meant to be "big" but I didn't really comprehend how big "big" actually was until I got there. I kind of scoffed at the people who hired binoculars at the door, and I was like "hah, plebs who bought further seats- now they need binoculars to see"- but when I got inside myself and saw that the stage was like 10m from the front row, I was all "well, fuck". Yeah, I was able to see the singer alright, but I suspect that was only I had decent vision- and I was all "maaan I should've just bought the seat within spitting distance from him". 

I was...half way between where this photo was taken and the stage. Yeah I can't imagine being able to see shit if I'd gotten a ticket that was even further back... 

So the music was awesome, and the musician himself really knew how to make the crowd happy. I wouldn't say the crowd was particularly cheerful- it was so weird because nobody sang along or anything for the most part- sometimes I felt like they barely made any noise. Still the concert was awesome, the lights were all fancy as shit and looked like they were solid, then there was this really cool animation sequence using "4D technology"- and I was all "what does 4D even fucking mean" until I saw it--- I can't explain that well, but basically when I saw it I was like- "ohhhh that's the 4D"

In conclusion- the concert was totally wonderful, and I'd go again next year if I could. Sydney was also absolutely charming- the noise, the crowd and the dirty streets didn't even throw me off. And then I have to go back for school and suffer this cockroach-infested house, the never-ending stream of homework and more recently- MICE. A mouse literally just ran out from behind the closet and scratched at the door, trying to get out. I opened the door to let it out, but I don't think it's interested any more. That would explain the wood-shavings I saw at the corner of my door and the noise I heard this morning- I was half-convinced that someone was trying to renovate while I was struggling to become fully awake.

I wish I could just stay in the city with the big concerts and good food... I also feel like I should REALLY be considering moving out.