california dreaming

i've only been to one music festival in my day. it was the virgin music festival on toronto island almost three years ago. i got my nose burnt, scuffled about in the crowd with intense hispanic guys behind me during the interpol set and that's really about it. it was two days of tepid madness, light madness, and i haven't been to one since. i wanted to go to coachella this year but my last exam (ever!) just happens to coincide with this magical weekend. next year i think i will go. next year i must go. since i am not grad school bound, and quite pleased with it, i will be sticking around this dreadful area for at least another six months to a year to make the money. coachella next year. hmm. i'd settle for bonnaroo too but, let's be honest, that's not really settling anyway.