I went to a concert last night which was weird because I’m usually not a fan of anything that doesn’t involve me sleeping or watching TV in bed. But I decided to venture into some sketchy part of DC because my friend wanted to see this band and I didn’t want to write my physics essay. Whenever I go to “indie” concerts with said friend, I’m surprised at how homogenous the crowd is. Countless 20-somethings bob their heads and tap their feet to the music, all while clad in denim cutoffs and glasses. Since I love to be different and get attention, I wore one of my favorite capes that has a huge cowl neck that can be used as a hood or a storage device for food, animals, etc. Every so often, I would raise the hood above the head so as to create the illusion that I had no head.
Since I have no sense of rhythm, I opted out of head bobbing and instead Tweeted from one of my secret Twitter accounts that has no less than 20 followers but no more than 35, and then reblogged a few shitty images on my Tumblr and answered redundant questions about my sexuality. Overall the concert was a success, seeing that I basically sat on the stage the whole time because the venue was so small and I’m so fucking cute.