snow
is super scary to drive in, especially when your windshield wipers freeze and cease to function, thus causing your windshield to rapidly become blanketed in a combination of water and ice. It also sucks when you try to turn right at a light in Denver and instead slide right through the intersection. It sure is perty though.
This weekend Julie and I went to Boulder, CO to see Aimee Mann's 2nd Annual Christmas Show. It was really good. She sang some of her songs, both from her christmas album and some of the hits(like Save Me, and Wise Up), plus she had lots of special guests and a short film she made with Will Ferrell, Ben Stiller, John Krasinski, and many others. It was part of my xmas presents to Julie. Even though it was one of the most treacherous drives of my life, it was worth it in the end. Julie's mom bought us a hotel room as an xmas present so we wouldn't have to drive back to Colorado Springs in the middle of the night, and I am extremely grateful that she did. We stayed at the Boulder Outlook Hotel, and it advertises itself as Boulder's first "zero-waste" hotel, it was a pretty interesting place.
We took a cab to the show, because I was no longer interested in driving after all the troubles of the trek to Boulder, and our cabbie was certifiably insane. Aside from just talking crazy, he was just sliding and swerving all over in the snow without a care. His windshield wipers went out after he picked us up and he just didn't care whether or not he could see the road. He got us to the Boulder Theater, so that's all that mattered to me. Sunday we drove back into town in much nicer conditions. The roads were basically clear even though there's still snow everywhere else. Do not worry friends, we were not at New Life Church when the shooting happened, sometimes it pays to be a godless heretic I suppose. Not that those people deserved to die, it's definitely a sad event.
At work the past couple days I've been bored(and by bored I mean lazy and prone to procrastinating) so I've been reading old livejournal posts from my pleasedie666 journal days. It's weird to see how much I've changed over the years. That journal goes all the way back to 2002, when I was a 19 year old straightedge vegetarian kid who was dating Jaime. Despite being just 5 years ago, those days seems like a completely different lifetime. Even though I was just a young, dumb kid, it's sad to see that all the youthful vigor I had in my writing of the time is gone nowadays. Albeit that most of the writing was just trite nonsense, as it still is, at least you could tell that I was having fun with it. Nowadays when I write things down it's solely for the purpose of remembering it later on. And that sort of attitude reflects upon my life as a whole. It's become entirely too methodical. Not that I don't enjoy my life nowadays, it's just a different one, and I think part of growing up is realizing that you can't live like you're 19 forever.
I'm not trying to spend a lot of time pining over lost youth, I just want to write down a reminder to myself to not lose touch with it. I always believed in the Kevin Seconds "young til I die" philosophy, but it gets hard to do when life keeps bogging you down. True, this is probably one of the most stressful times in my life, due to constant impecuniosity and the fact that I'm far away from everyone I love minus 1(and a couple cats), but I should still be able to see the possibility in all that surrounds me. This isn't to say that I don't enjoy my life nowadays, I love Julie and we do tons of fun things here in Colorado, but it just seems like life is missing that simple freedom it has when you're a young dumb college kid with a swing-shift job, classes you can skip, and tons of friends to keep you entertained. Julie and I were talking about it the other day, about how we both miss our more youthful days and the atmosphere of college life. I suggested that she could go back to school for a higher degree to which she responded, "Yeah, but I'd still be old even if I was back in school", and she's right(not that she's "old" in a bad way, we're just in our mid 20s now). I've been applying to grad schools thinking that it'll be just like old times again, but I failed to realize that it's not just the academic environment that is missing in comparison to the me of a few years ago, it's things within myself. And it's scary, considering the fact that I just graduated college a year ago this month, and I'm already feeling that way. But it's not too late to do something about it.
I'm glad the new year's coming, it's time for some resolutions, and it's time to keep them.
This weekend Julie and I went to Boulder, CO to see Aimee Mann's 2nd Annual Christmas Show. It was really good. She sang some of her songs, both from her christmas album and some of the hits(like Save Me, and Wise Up), plus she had lots of special guests and a short film she made with Will Ferrell, Ben Stiller, John Krasinski, and many others. It was part of my xmas presents to Julie. Even though it was one of the most treacherous drives of my life, it was worth it in the end. Julie's mom bought us a hotel room as an xmas present so we wouldn't have to drive back to Colorado Springs in the middle of the night, and I am extremely grateful that she did. We stayed at the Boulder Outlook Hotel, and it advertises itself as Boulder's first "zero-waste" hotel, it was a pretty interesting place.
We took a cab to the show, because I was no longer interested in driving after all the troubles of the trek to Boulder, and our cabbie was certifiably insane. Aside from just talking crazy, he was just sliding and swerving all over in the snow without a care. His windshield wipers went out after he picked us up and he just didn't care whether or not he could see the road. He got us to the Boulder Theater, so that's all that mattered to me. Sunday we drove back into town in much nicer conditions. The roads were basically clear even though there's still snow everywhere else. Do not worry friends, we were not at New Life Church when the shooting happened, sometimes it pays to be a godless heretic I suppose. Not that those people deserved to die, it's definitely a sad event.
At work the past couple days I've been bored(and by bored I mean lazy and prone to procrastinating) so I've been reading old livejournal posts from my pleasedie666 journal days. It's weird to see how much I've changed over the years. That journal goes all the way back to 2002, when I was a 19 year old straightedge vegetarian kid who was dating Jaime. Despite being just 5 years ago, those days seems like a completely different lifetime. Even though I was just a young, dumb kid, it's sad to see that all the youthful vigor I had in my writing of the time is gone nowadays. Albeit that most of the writing was just trite nonsense, as it still is, at least you could tell that I was having fun with it. Nowadays when I write things down it's solely for the purpose of remembering it later on. And that sort of attitude reflects upon my life as a whole. It's become entirely too methodical. Not that I don't enjoy my life nowadays, it's just a different one, and I think part of growing up is realizing that you can't live like you're 19 forever.
I'm not trying to spend a lot of time pining over lost youth, I just want to write down a reminder to myself to not lose touch with it. I always believed in the Kevin Seconds "young til I die" philosophy, but it gets hard to do when life keeps bogging you down. True, this is probably one of the most stressful times in my life, due to constant impecuniosity and the fact that I'm far away from everyone I love minus 1(and a couple cats), but I should still be able to see the possibility in all that surrounds me. This isn't to say that I don't enjoy my life nowadays, I love Julie and we do tons of fun things here in Colorado, but it just seems like life is missing that simple freedom it has when you're a young dumb college kid with a swing-shift job, classes you can skip, and tons of friends to keep you entertained. Julie and I were talking about it the other day, about how we both miss our more youthful days and the atmosphere of college life. I suggested that she could go back to school for a higher degree to which she responded, "Yeah, but I'd still be old even if I was back in school", and she's right(not that she's "old" in a bad way, we're just in our mid 20s now). I've been applying to grad schools thinking that it'll be just like old times again, but I failed to realize that it's not just the academic environment that is missing in comparison to the me of a few years ago, it's things within myself. And it's scary, considering the fact that I just graduated college a year ago this month, and I'm already feeling that way. But it's not too late to do something about it.
I'm glad the new year's coming, it's time for some resolutions, and it's time to keep them.