This is ridiculous

Seriously, I think I'm hearing vibrations because he's humming so loud.

Random. Yes.

Um. I'm in the computer lab right now, working on some stuff for my French exams tomorrow. (Comme je suis doué! Et intelligente!)
Anyways, I know it's not the library or anything, but it is a place where I feel like an asshole if I hit the keys too hard as I'm typing.
Sometimes cell phones go off, but for the most part, people keep them on silent so as not to disturb the kids who are probably running on coffee fumes from 24 hours ago as they desperately work to finish their projects.

There are also a bunch of signs all over the walls forbidding food, drink and computer games, and I'm of the opinion that intelligent people would realize that computer labs, which don't require absolute silence, are places where quiet is appreciated by others.
Which is why I can't understand why this dumb-ass a few rows behind me insists on humming and whistling and typing with a hammer.

Nothing very important, that is all.

Bonnaroooooooooooooooo

So maybe I didn't need to pick up on Tuesday afternoon and drive with my best gal pal, H, seven hours to Clemson. We drove to Clemson so we could rendez-vous with Lease and drive another 8 hours all the way to Richmond, VA so that we could get there at 11 pm (Wednesday) and meet-up with some good ole Virginia boys, then another 5 hours to Bristol to add two more cars full of jam-loving butts to our happy caravan just so that we could get to Manchester, TN by 9 am Thursday and sit in Hippie Traffic for another six hours, before finally getting to our camp-site. (Camp Snagglepuss)
But then, I wouldn't have been at Bonnaroo.
BONNA-ROOOO!

I missed class, sure. I spent money, sure.

But the music was so incredible. What a fucking life-changer.

When I don't have to worry about appeasing your curiousity with photo links, or a couple of tests that are just around the corner thanks to Summer School, I'll fill you all in with the details.

Although, for the most part Bonnaroo is indescribable until you've seen it with your own eyes.

Here's who I listened to and danced around in a retarded jam to:

Los Lonely Boys
Calexico
Ani Difranco
Bob Dylan
The String Cheese Incident
New Monsoon
Yo La Tengo
Dave Matthews
Hackensaw Boys
Acoustic Syndicate
Gov't Mule
My Morning Jacket
Galactic
The Dead
Taj Mahal
moe
Soulive
Guster
Addison Groove Project
Medeski Martin and Wood
Superjam
Trey Anastasio (of Phish-y fame)