This is going to be the best week of summer so far. Apologies to the week in which the most interesting thing that happened was that I learned what “condone” actually means—this week is going to be WICKED AWESOME.
On Thursday, my older brother and I are going to Chicago for the Pitchfork Music Festival. We’re going to see Grimes, Vampire Weekend, Danny Brown, Japandroids, and a bunch of others that would take forever to type out. I’m so excited I’m gonna pee. Also, there’s nothing like an eight-hour road trip with the smelliest brother on the planet to chase away summer boredom. It’s going to just be me, the view out the window, and my bro’s horrendous odor.
The good vibes are out of control. The other day my dad knocked on my door and asked if he could come in. I asked him what the password was and he read the names of the members of One Direction off the poster on my door. It was a very important moment in the Denney household.
This is coming at just the right time, because I’ve been getting way too deep into the “I will never be anything but average” and “I’ve had trouble making and keeping friends in high school, does this mean that I’m the worst?” feelings lately. Screw that. I’m going to eat hot dogs and jam out to cool tunes in a big city with my big bro. I can’t wait. ♦