wintersleep
seems like a wonderful-tastic time to post.
reasons why:
-procrastinating a psych paper
-quiet morning
-listening to wintersleep
hokay.
life is fucked right now. its smack in the middle of the busiest time of the school year. well, atleast for me. i just finished three papers this week. i have three more to do and two exams. i go home in 12 days. jesus christ.
something seems different. and i think is it because of an experience that i had this weekend.
you know when you do soemthing really different and feel like something has changed afterward? thats how i feel. the story goes like this:
me and my friend jeremy (who i don't know all that well) took a random trip to SJ to see wintersleep. i saw them a little over a week ago, but the show was shit because of drunken assholes. so i had to see them again (..right?). so, the something different begins with going with jeremy. he's my roommates ex-boyfriend who kicks ass. he's so cool and we are friends. this is sometimes odd and irritating for my roomie, but it's not like i'm dating him. we are strictly friends and its awesome! so anyhoo, we hadn't even hung out alone before this weekend. so it was kind of like "i hope hope this isn't awkward" and it totally wasn't. so, we get the bus to SJ and 6pm. meet candice, get food, go to the show. we are front row, centre. as per usual, wintersleep put on an amazing show. the crowd was, for the most part, not pushy or asshole-ish. i got many photos. candice new the guy selling wintersleep's merch. so we were talking to him throughout the show. anyhoo, after the show was done he was like "we may be partying back at the hotel, i'll let you know after the gear is packed up". so we go back to candice's, hang out for an hour or so, and at 3am, we get the call to go to wintersleep's hotel to hang out. so, this was pretty sketchy becuse we were (i was) incredibly afraid of being the wanky biggest fan crashing the party. but we got there and it was totally fine!! Loel (drummer) gave me a beer and we just kinda hung out with wintersleep and their opening band (Basia Bulat) and it was fun! so we left there around 4:30am, and went home to sleep. after 4 hours, we have to get up to catch the 9:30 bus back to Fredericton. it was at this time that i realized that i felt like i was going to vomit all over myself. this feeling continued and proceeded to get worse the longer i was on the bus. when i got off, all i needed in life was toast and a bed. though, after getting both of these things, i felt no better. and had to go to work. after work, i was finally not sick. and walking home i felt like i had been through a war. and for some reason discovered a new found love for fredericton AND wintersleep.
i feel like one of those people who has renewed faith in humanity when they look at a pebble on the road. but i cannot think of a good excuse for this small shift in perspective. i just feel something. different. and i want to share it with ryan more than anybody. sigh...12 more days.
other than that long story, i have nothing new to report. i've been getting "I never see ou around anymore!" from people. and my response is "look for me in between books in the library". i am eating my words, because i have always said that i would rather write papers than have exams. well. i have 2 exams and 6 papers. so while everyone else is in the "class is over!!!!" mode, i am typing away at paper #4.
december 14 CANNOT come soon enough.
a sad thought: when i get home, i can't even relax. because i have to go talk to the NSLC about working there. and also run around sydney buying christmas gifts and decorations for my parents 25 weddings anniversary party. le sigh.
im still excited for sydney and bunkers and friends and family.
o my.
reasons why:
-procrastinating a psych paper
-quiet morning
-listening to wintersleep
hokay.
life is fucked right now. its smack in the middle of the busiest time of the school year. well, atleast for me. i just finished three papers this week. i have three more to do and two exams. i go home in 12 days. jesus christ.
something seems different. and i think is it because of an experience that i had this weekend.
you know when you do soemthing really different and feel like something has changed afterward? thats how i feel. the story goes like this:
me and my friend jeremy (who i don't know all that well) took a random trip to SJ to see wintersleep. i saw them a little over a week ago, but the show was shit because of drunken assholes. so i had to see them again (..right?). so, the something different begins with going with jeremy. he's my roommates ex-boyfriend who kicks ass. he's so cool and we are friends. this is sometimes odd and irritating for my roomie, but it's not like i'm dating him. we are strictly friends and its awesome! so anyhoo, we hadn't even hung out alone before this weekend. so it was kind of like "i hope hope this isn't awkward" and it totally wasn't. so, we get the bus to SJ and 6pm. meet candice, get food, go to the show. we are front row, centre. as per usual, wintersleep put on an amazing show. the crowd was, for the most part, not pushy or asshole-ish. i got many photos. candice new the guy selling wintersleep's merch. so we were talking to him throughout the show. anyhoo, after the show was done he was like "we may be partying back at the hotel, i'll let you know after the gear is packed up". so we go back to candice's, hang out for an hour or so, and at 3am, we get the call to go to wintersleep's hotel to hang out. so, this was pretty sketchy becuse we were (i was) incredibly afraid of being the wanky biggest fan crashing the party. but we got there and it was totally fine!! Loel (drummer) gave me a beer and we just kinda hung out with wintersleep and their opening band (Basia Bulat) and it was fun! so we left there around 4:30am, and went home to sleep. after 4 hours, we have to get up to catch the 9:30 bus back to Fredericton. it was at this time that i realized that i felt like i was going to vomit all over myself. this feeling continued and proceeded to get worse the longer i was on the bus. when i got off, all i needed in life was toast and a bed. though, after getting both of these things, i felt no better. and had to go to work. after work, i was finally not sick. and walking home i felt like i had been through a war. and for some reason discovered a new found love for fredericton AND wintersleep.
i feel like one of those people who has renewed faith in humanity when they look at a pebble on the road. but i cannot think of a good excuse for this small shift in perspective. i just feel something. different. and i want to share it with ryan more than anybody. sigh...12 more days.
other than that long story, i have nothing new to report. i've been getting "I never see ou around anymore!" from people. and my response is "look for me in between books in the library". i am eating my words, because i have always said that i would rather write papers than have exams. well. i have 2 exams and 6 papers. so while everyone else is in the "class is over!!!!" mode, i am typing away at paper #4.
december 14 CANNOT come soon enough.
a sad thought: when i get home, i can't even relax. because i have to go talk to the NSLC about working there. and also run around sydney buying christmas gifts and decorations for my parents 25 weddings anniversary party. le sigh.
im still excited for sydney and bunkers and friends and family.
o my.