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I find that when I have no complaints in life, I have little urge to write here. I do not know what this represents--nor do I particularly care. Because I've been very happy lately, and really, why worry about an online journal that has caused me more frustration than anything else? Exactly. I don't.
I smoke too much, though. I'm edging into the realm of nicotine addiction, which is a bad thing. My only defense is that I spend about a half hour waiting for buses each day, and smoking helps bridge those two fifteen minute gaps between the cold, cold air, and the stifling bizarre carnival that is the bus. I've started smoking outside of my work bus waits, though, and just any old bus wait, and whenever I hang out with smokers, or in coffee shops...goddamnit. Oh well, it'll correct itself back at college, when I'm not waiting in the bitter cold, waiting for a bus after a long, evening/morning of work.
The only other thing I can find to complain about is that I've been spending too much money, but that's held up by the fact that I've been spending it on records, such as what I'm currently spinning. I believe I've found--nobody hold me to this though--my groove. Seriously. I've been into stuff that's totally grooved out lately. That, and indie-country-folk. So I've got this weird paradox of stuff like the Black Keys, the Strokes, the Rapture, and Red Red Meat rubbing elbows with Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Holopaw, Mojave 3, and Nick Drake.
I also picked up Brian Jonestown Massacre's record Methodrone, just in case I needed a My Bloody Valentine-esque fix, seeing as how I left Loveless back at Knox and the Glider EP just isn't quite long enough for me.
So yeah. I've got a lot going on in my cd player. It's getting me excited about having another radio show next term, with a better time slot. I believe, with some of these new records I've acquired, I can alternately drown Knox in a deluge of indie country tears and groove their fucking pants off with a little pain soaked blues.
Or something.
I'm still in something of a blown away state of mind regarding the girlfriend situation. In that, Chelsea blows my mind on a regular basis. I am still coming to terms with the whole "holy-shit-I'm-dating-her-holy-shit" aspect.
Hmm. My hair has been cut.
I smoke too much, though. I'm edging into the realm of nicotine addiction, which is a bad thing. My only defense is that I spend about a half hour waiting for buses each day, and smoking helps bridge those two fifteen minute gaps between the cold, cold air, and the stifling bizarre carnival that is the bus. I've started smoking outside of my work bus waits, though, and just any old bus wait, and whenever I hang out with smokers, or in coffee shops...goddamnit. Oh well, it'll correct itself back at college, when I'm not waiting in the bitter cold, waiting for a bus after a long, evening/morning of work.
The only other thing I can find to complain about is that I've been spending too much money, but that's held up by the fact that I've been spending it on records, such as what I'm currently spinning. I believe I've found--nobody hold me to this though--my groove. Seriously. I've been into stuff that's totally grooved out lately. That, and indie-country-folk. So I've got this weird paradox of stuff like the Black Keys, the Strokes, the Rapture, and Red Red Meat rubbing elbows with Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Holopaw, Mojave 3, and Nick Drake.
I also picked up Brian Jonestown Massacre's record Methodrone, just in case I needed a My Bloody Valentine-esque fix, seeing as how I left Loveless back at Knox and the Glider EP just isn't quite long enough for me.
So yeah. I've got a lot going on in my cd player. It's getting me excited about having another radio show next term, with a better time slot. I believe, with some of these new records I've acquired, I can alternately drown Knox in a deluge of indie country tears and groove their fucking pants off with a little pain soaked blues.
Or something.
I'm still in something of a blown away state of mind regarding the girlfriend situation. In that, Chelsea blows my mind on a regular basis. I am still coming to terms with the whole "holy-shit-I'm-dating-her-holy-shit" aspect.
Hmm. My hair has been cut.