Hanging round you beat the seasons. You can't keep up, but they can't keep you down.
I think I'm going to start writing once in a while so I can keep track of where my days are going.
This weekend felt weirder than usual but I guess it started out that way, so I expected it to carry all the way through. I decided on Thursday that I would get my Promise Ring tattoo. I went to the place across the street from my mom's, showed him the shit, discussed, and set up my appointment for after work the next day. It hurt less than what I imagined, but I'm still a pussy for life. I came home to my mom harassing me to show the tattoo to her. Apparently it's a big deal that I didn't tell anyone that I was getting it done and did something on my own. (Actually, the only people who really knew were Davey and Christie. Haha.) After that conversation, I realized that I almost cannot do anything for myself without someone making a remark toward it or knowing that it happened. Life. But I'm happy that I got it done. The song, to me, is about not getting let down when shit gets weird. It's also a stamp in time to remind me of all of the shit I did on my own this year involving that band. I flew in an airplane alone (!!!). I flew across the fucking country. I entered a contest knowing that I might fail since I didn't have the most advanced tools at my disposal like everyone else did- and instead of getting discouraged as usual, did the shit anyway. I threw myself out there to talk to the TPR guys instead of "standing in the back looking around." I did something for myself. It's pretty much to remind me that I am capable of doing what I want to. (So even though my mom still hasn't been able to catch a glimpse of said tattoo, I agreed to instagram it so The promise Ring could see it instead. And they did! And they/Dan liked it! And that was cool to me.)
I missed the bus to NY in enough time to see Kevin Devine, so I waited until the next bus. I got in a while after he had finished. I ate pizza alone in the pizza place I usually go in to hide out after the bus. Hailed my first cab (by pointing at the driver and then pointing at myself and the driver shaking his head "Yes".) He almost hit a person (the person then punched the cab). Then he almost hit another cab (the other cab honked at him).
Did radio for the sole purpose of playing songs that featured Davey or people I saw in LA. Kevin in Philly was pretty swell. One of the first few songs I officially played on my birthday was "Brooklyn Boy" because I always wanted to play it on my birthday and he played it at the show. I don't see him enough to determine if other set-lists are better or worse, so I was happy with everything. Not happy with seeing the asshole from VA who kept hanging out by the bathroom where I was standing. Kevin gave us peanut M&Ms that I accused of being tainted and I sadly lamented about the Figure 8 wall. I later on kind of wished I had been able to see Dashboard because the fucker played "So Impossible" and I like staring at his hair. I'm making a pact to only see him play live full-band now though, so I can see Scott Shoenbeck. That night ended with super awesome Thanksgiving dinner shit that I couldn't finish as the sun came up to that Lion Kind song "Some Nights" sounds like.
Long Island Fest last day thing was the next day and I finally got to see Diamond (Youth). The guy who I thought was super scary was actually really nice and I got to shake his hand with my newly trained hand shaking skills. Avalanche was weird and the crowd was weird. I heard a girl tell someone that Anthony was there before the set started, but people always be sayin' shit. After drowning in sweat and seeking refuge in the cool night wilderness, we headed back inside and went over to merch. I saw Anthony walking away from the table, so I did what I would naturally do in that situation- I ran after him, shouted "HI ANTHONY" while jazz-handing him. He smiled and said "Hey!" Then I ran away. I think I sweat more when I drink Red Bull.
I have to look at flights for Chicago soon. I'm excited to see Alicia. We can go for months without talking about anything and then just pick up where we left off without her getting pissed off at me or making me feel bad about it, and me the same toward her (not that I would get upset about that. I realize that people have their lives.)We've grown to have different interests, lives, friends- but we can still bring it all back whenever we have the chance. It's just cool to have that kind of care-freeness. I miss not having to worry if I was living up to other people's standards and just, you know, being friends. And also, The Promise Ring. I feel sick knowing that I'm going to miss the San Francisco show. I just can't bring myself to fly out there for it. Ugh.
This weekend felt weirder than usual but I guess it started out that way, so I expected it to carry all the way through. I decided on Thursday that I would get my Promise Ring tattoo. I went to the place across the street from my mom's, showed him the shit, discussed, and set up my appointment for after work the next day. It hurt less than what I imagined, but I'm still a pussy for life. I came home to my mom harassing me to show the tattoo to her. Apparently it's a big deal that I didn't tell anyone that I was getting it done and did something on my own. (Actually, the only people who really knew were Davey and Christie. Haha.) After that conversation, I realized that I almost cannot do anything for myself without someone making a remark toward it or knowing that it happened. Life. But I'm happy that I got it done. The song, to me, is about not getting let down when shit gets weird. It's also a stamp in time to remind me of all of the shit I did on my own this year involving that band. I flew in an airplane alone (!!!). I flew across the fucking country. I entered a contest knowing that I might fail since I didn't have the most advanced tools at my disposal like everyone else did- and instead of getting discouraged as usual, did the shit anyway. I threw myself out there to talk to the TPR guys instead of "standing in the back looking around." I did something for myself. It's pretty much to remind me that I am capable of doing what I want to. (So even though my mom still hasn't been able to catch a glimpse of said tattoo, I agreed to instagram it so The promise Ring could see it instead. And they did! And they/Dan liked it! And that was cool to me.)
I missed the bus to NY in enough time to see Kevin Devine, so I waited until the next bus. I got in a while after he had finished. I ate pizza alone in the pizza place I usually go in to hide out after the bus. Hailed my first cab (by pointing at the driver and then pointing at myself and the driver shaking his head "Yes".) He almost hit a person (the person then punched the cab). Then he almost hit another cab (the other cab honked at him).
Did radio for the sole purpose of playing songs that featured Davey or people I saw in LA. Kevin in Philly was pretty swell. One of the first few songs I officially played on my birthday was "Brooklyn Boy" because I always wanted to play it on my birthday and he played it at the show. I don't see him enough to determine if other set-lists are better or worse, so I was happy with everything. Not happy with seeing the asshole from VA who kept hanging out by the bathroom where I was standing. Kevin gave us peanut M&Ms that I accused of being tainted and I sadly lamented about the Figure 8 wall. I later on kind of wished I had been able to see Dashboard because the fucker played "So Impossible" and I like staring at his hair. I'm making a pact to only see him play live full-band now though, so I can see Scott Shoenbeck. That night ended with super awesome Thanksgiving dinner shit that I couldn't finish as the sun came up to that Lion Kind song "Some Nights" sounds like.
Long Island Fest last day thing was the next day and I finally got to see Diamond (Youth). The guy who I thought was super scary was actually really nice and I got to shake his hand with my newly trained hand shaking skills. Avalanche was weird and the crowd was weird. I heard a girl tell someone that Anthony was there before the set started, but people always be sayin' shit. After drowning in sweat and seeking refuge in the cool night wilderness, we headed back inside and went over to merch. I saw Anthony walking away from the table, so I did what I would naturally do in that situation- I ran after him, shouted "HI ANTHONY" while jazz-handing him. He smiled and said "Hey!" Then I ran away. I think I sweat more when I drink Red Bull.
I have to look at flights for Chicago soon. I'm excited to see Alicia. We can go for months without talking about anything and then just pick up where we left off without her getting pissed off at me or making me feel bad about it, and me the same toward her (not that I would get upset about that. I realize that people have their lives.)We've grown to have different interests, lives, friends- but we can still bring it all back whenever we have the chance. It's just cool to have that kind of care-freeness. I miss not having to worry if I was living up to other people's standards and just, you know, being friends. And also, The Promise Ring. I feel sick knowing that I'm going to miss the San Francisco show. I just can't bring myself to fly out there for it. Ugh.