Nothing could be better, and nothing ever was.

Standing, already, for over two hours, I had not even the faintest notion of fatigue. I was about to finally see my favorite (live) band for the first time. (I say "live" because I am and always will be dedicated to the Beatles...) YES. Chris Martin and crew were in the lovely little burrow of East Troy, Wisconsin for one night only.

If you are a fan of Coldplay and have never seen them in concert, DO IT. I am serious folks, it is worth the price you pay for any ticket in any venue. I was fortunate enough to see them from the Pit, right in front of the stage. Getting there early is a must for these seats, though. First come, first serve, standing room only. Yep. I was smart and had only one person between me and the stage: the security guard! When Coldplay finally came onstage, I almost passed out. Yes, it was that epic. Kind of sad, I know, to be that overwhelmed by a band, but trust me, it is definitely a sight to behold. I can't really explain to you how awesome a Coldplay show is. You must go see it yourself. I promise you won't be disappointed. But hurry, the Viva la Vida tour won't be around much longer!

Oh hey, I feel like a new pair of shoes.

Many moons have passed since my feeble attempt at maintaining a blog while living overseas in Cambridge, England.  My life has meanwhile morphed, once again, into that of a young girl swimming in a sea of Midwestern American farmland.  (At this point, many of you will stop reading...it's okay, I know Indiana isn't as interesting as my four month jaunt about Europe.)  Somehow, I manage to stay happily entertained no matter where in the world I am. 

At the cusp of my senior year at Valparaiso University, I have recently begun to feel the pressures of that unforgiving four-letter word:  LIFE.  In the midst of a summer full of two jobs, no air conditioning, and countless nights with wonderful friends, I am confronted with choices.  Where will I live?  What will I do?  For the first time, I find myself with TOO MANY options.  It is a relief in some ways, but mostly overwhelming (the buzzword, as of late).  

So. Instead of allowing myself to drown in this "future-talk" pressure, I have vowed to continue my life as it always has been.  I must find humor in everyday things (got it), turn everything I see into magnificent works of art (if only in my imagination), and continue to live up to my self-given title of The Eternal Optimist.  Yep.  No suicidal, emo blog for this kid.  (Sorry guys, if that's what you were expecting...) Although, I did have a dream last night that my bed was a pool of water and I was being chased by a hungry shark....hmmm....what would good ol' Freud have to say about that one??