The failure to complete a music critique exercise, and the realization that it's OK.
I am a failure.
What's worse is I failed at something that I wanted to do and that was easy. An inexcusable failure. I failed to listen to one album I'd never heard every day in February and tweet about it. What I did, though, was listen to about half a month's worth of new music, tweet a little and prove to myself that there's nothing I hate more than having my listening habits dictated, even if I'm the one imposing sanctions.
Music connoisseur Elizabeth Kahn recounts her journey from Syracuse to her favorite place in the world: The Coachella Music and Arts Festival in Indio, Calif.
Saturday, April 20: Jour Deux
10 a.m: I can’t manage to sleep in any later. Damn it’s hot, but I’d rather be in dangerously high temperatures than back in Syracuse.
Things accomplished: My first shower in the campsite showers was way cleaner than expected. Although there was a VIP Shower option for $10, my camping neighbor Ana and I decided that it was worth it to just wait it out for the free showers since other girls leaving the area said it wasn’t so bad. Felt very refreshed and ready for the second day of the festivities.