freak out in a moonage daydream!
what is it with me and my ardent love for late night blogging? my night owl tendencies have been exposing themselves more than ever recently, especially with the aid of 3 cups of chai tea. and the killers. and david bowie. it all mixes around in my mind like a blender full of...i dunno, perfection? yes, for the lack of a more perfect word meaning perfection. lesson, in short: keep me away from the keyboard when i've had tea. i will type and type...write, whatever like a mad woman. everyone at tkc has probably had it with my moonlight post whoring sprees. i love that place. i really really do. the people there are amazing. i'm always wondering why i don't know people like them in real "real" life. my life would be a happier place.
victims are the best people to walk the earth. i might have some bias...considering i am a super victim myself. but anyhow.
aside from tkc, refreshing endlessly at NME, stereogum (aka the indie music bible), and random googling...i've cut myself off from the internet world. facebook is a total spazz case, and i've given up on it. myspace is a bore...other than conversing with extremely obscure indie musicians that make my heart beat ten times faster. so if anyone on facebook cares and somehow sees this, yes...i'm alive. no, i'm not ignoring you. yes, i do feel REALLY REALLY bad...because you probably think i'm snubbing you. i'd never do that. facebook is just a lunatic. anyhow...
i like cutting myself off, actually. i learn during the summer. i learn more than i do during school. because during these sleepless nights full of beautiful music, making art, and writing...i actually figure out things about myself. i must sound like a complete granola eater, being on my quest for self-actualization and what not.
but i do say, i'm more self-actualized than any person i know. it seems to me that no one quite gets me, or perhaps that's my mopey, angsty teenager syndrome coming through. i get down on myself too much. then i listen to the killers and hear brandon sing "you're gonna bring yourself down"...and i laugh. i stop moping. i get over myself. i laugh again. then i smile. because the killers are the most supreme level of blissful, amazing, joyous, insert other adjectives here, happiness. if i've thought it, he's sang it. if i've felt it, they've put it into a melody.
desperate fan statement. just a warning.
the killers get me.
/end desperate fan statement.
you really cannot hold any of this rambling against me. you simply can't! it's 2:07 am. like i said, me and a keyboard after midnight is a bad bad thing. perhaps i'll talk about something more interesting one day. maybe it'll be two p.m. rather than 2 a.m...and i'll be able to talk about something other than the killers.
hm. interesting concept...i might try it! ;)
ILU. ♥ ♥ ♥