Tick Tick Boom.
On a Monday evening that was meant for college, I was preparing to attend my last class of the day. With dark, baggy circles underneath my eyes, I wondered would I be able to withstand two more monotonous hours of grim lectures. Then, as if by godsend, I saw I had a message. That text went something along the lines of: “Want to go see The Hives tonight?” “The Hives?” I thought to myself. Who the hell are The Hives? Are they a pop band? A jazz band? Distant relatives of mine looking for money? I started browsing the web for a ticket and saw that the doors to the gig would open in roughly two hours. I couldn’t go to this gig, could I? My very important studies must come first surely? I mean, I still have one more class today…. But we all know what they say about best laid plans right? So, I bought that damn ticket and got the bus into the city. Totally rejuvenated for the rest of the day, I reassured myself that I would definitely watch that recorded lecture the following day. ...