Elliott Smith IS GOD
My family likes to pretend to have meaningful discussions at the dinner table, even if they usually consist of a competition between my sister and myself as to whose theories/knowledge/ideas are more valid, with my dad acting as moderator. This week we have been discussing religion, mostly in the context of some paper that she's writing (she's 22 and still has her mommy read her papers). By the way, if your reading this, and are already bored, here is a warning: I haven't written in way too long and I have a lot to say. This is going to be an outpouring of meaningless prose that in "mean girls" world, would be called "verbal diarrhea." Anyway, religion, which I am having serious problems with lately. Is it religion? culture? faith? There seems to be a distinct difference between all three, although someone who believes strongly in the first one might say they're all the same, I myself am partial to the second two. Faith, in terms of idealism, has been my only real companion as of late. All of the goals I set for myself this winter have fallen spectacularly into disaster. I am the least interesting person on the planet right about now, and have the lack of friends to prove it. An awkward online conversation with Claire this afternoon ended with the theory that "This year has really strained our friendship." I think the real answer is more like "Kim's decision to be a shithead and never do her homework so that instead of going out on the weekends she is forced to stay in and pretend to work has really strained our friendship." or "Kim's lack of sincere concern for anyone but herself (except when it's convenient or self-serving to be a good friend) has really strained our friendship." If I am failing in almost every aspect of life, at least I have fantastic taste in music. I have been going back and forth between limewire and itunes like crazy lately, buying the musics of artists I truly respect, and downloading the rest (although I did download Elliott, which now seems kinda sacrilege). Neutral Milk Hotel, when listened to deliriously at 5:00 in the morning when it's snowing heavily and the sky is turning purple is quite possibly the most magnificent thing I have ever heard. But the frenzy does not stop with weird indie emo-music. Oh no, I am addicted to Reggaeton, especially Daddy Yankee and Tego Calderon, and have rediscovered the strange and eclectic loves of my youth (Hootie, Gipsy Kings, Beach Boys, Dave). DMB is an interesting topic unto itself. When I was in 6th-8th grade, maybe even 9th and 10th, you were not cool unless you liked Dave Matthews Band. I got really sick of them and swore it off completely, but they are actually quite good. I have also been listening to: Jimmy Cliff, The Who, The Clash, Muse (thank you, Philosophy class boys, for the wonderful gift), and my dad's first edition Sergeant Pepper's ON VINYL!