Dec 06, 2005 17:01
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE : Nottingham RockCity : 2/3/2006
Amaia and Emmae shall be there :D hmm I have not been this exciting about seeing a band since Oberst played. I haven’t seen a band I actually cared about this much in a very long time indeed. I kinda wanted to cry in happiness when I booked the tickets hehe *breathe* it feels good to be this excited about music again. I shall find the aesthetic beauty in sadness as ever :)
So im coming home this weekend, this is good. I am really coming home to see Kelly (and Bernice) more than anything else . I went from seeing her everyday for 8 years to not seeing her in about 10 weeks, frustration and tears have been shed over this. I need to just be with her again, just to be in the presence of someone who truly understands me solely. I know its been 10 weeks, but I know that nothing can come between our relationship even if we have grown individually not even time could damage our friendship (not even another 8 years) as the togetherness is greater and stronger than us as individuals. I guess im lucky in that I can always be dependent and defiant in that I know that this will exist :)
Also just to be ‘us’ as everyone again will be funny hehe, the surrealness of it will be insane. I can’t wait to be surrounded by amazing those people again. I know that many parts of the interpersonal bits of us are often abit fucked, but then at the same time when everyone gets past that its really cool in that they are like scars to show how far we have come and how much we’ve have done as with the togetherness. Although I hope bitching does not rule, in that way I think a break was good.
the Jamie/Bernice plan is to see 2005 out together (as we spent it) and see the new year through together is awesome. It’s the most hopeful and inspiring thing *nods* tiptoe towards and look at the future together. well I say this but we shall all be drunk/stoned/intoxication of any form but the intention of the meaning is there hehe, drinking champagne from a paper cup indeed) All is full of love.
I am abit scared of coming back. With not only friends but with family. Uni was abit of an escape from my family situation which at the time had began to suffocate me after so long and without my brother to help me cope with it (who is staying in Paris over Christmas..hmm this not give make me hopeful). Its not my family just going back to that situation/routine really scares me, I really don’t want to do it. I’m wishing it will be better, if not I guess I come back to uni in a month right *shuffles feet*.. or I’ll be hoping for lots of invites to stay on all your floors/*my side of*beds again.