Last night I was looking at the Argus Leader papers that they leave outside our doors every morning. They were just piled up on the inside of my door.
I'm not very partial to newspapers and i just flipped threw them real fast and threw them away.
But one front page had my attention, because two words in it caught my eye.
Papa Roach.
It had a listings of the concerts going on in Sioux Falls. They were booked for the 22nd this month. I gave a real giddy squeal of joy when i saw those two twos on the page because that meant that i would be in town the same time Papa Roach would.
Amanda came in and said she heard my squeal. I showed her the article in enthusiastic excitement and she was about one forth as excited as i was about Papa Roach.
She left my room and I went back to reading the article and I took a second look at the date and to my horror it said July.
July is next month. In July I won't be here. In July i'll be in Farmington, New Mexico. In July I'll be about 1,000 miles away. In July i won't get to see Papa Roach.
I felt so disappointed and stupid that I felt sick in my stomach. I laughed at myself because I thought of how boring my life must be if I get too excited about being in the same city as Papa Roach. I knew that I wouldn't get to go to the concert, but the idea of being in the same city as Papa Roach thrilled me.
I turned the lights off and crawled into bed with a hot face.
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