My last day at Superfresh. It's over, thank goD. I guess I will miss it. I may even come back next summer, we'll see. Two weeks left in Baltimore. Out fucking rageous. Part of me definitely thinks I should have chosen Loyola, and another part thinks I should be going even further away from here. If I hate living there, I can always transfer I guess. By the way, I saw Tim today (that rhymes). He looked flustered, tan, and tired. I guess he went downyohshun or something. I'm kinda over it now anyway. If I'm not, I will be eventually. I have BU boys to look forward to. Ha, yeah right. Boys suck in every state and school so I don't really expect to date much, if at all. Plus there's always that neverending cycle of boys I like not liking me, and boys I don't like liking me, if any boys like me at all. But enough about that, I still have no housing. BU and I are already off to a bad start. I'll proably be assigned the day I get there.
I recently, as in today, joined purevolume.com, which is this indie music database/listen-to-music thingy/et cetera. I think now I'm starting to really understand what people mean when they scene and scenester. The reason I think of this is because it tells me about the shows in my area and I feel that people probably go to ALL these local shows partly because of the music and partly to be seen. I don't know these people, and I guess I'm prejudging them, but seriously if I were to go to these super-local shows I would look like a tard because I'm not a "regular," essentially a scenester. I love music but that's not what I want to be. I don't really make it my purpose to go to shows every single weekend. It seems to me they're not that big of a deal when you're always going. A show is supposed to be a treat. Plus I like my eardrums intact, 'cause that stuff is horrible for your hearing. I guess that's just me though. I like to listen my records and chill at home. God I'm such a homebody, that's why all that junk's not for me.
I love music, but shows are the part I like the least. Is that weird? I guess because it's so hit-or-miss. I always know a certain cd or album will always be good, no matter what. You never know what to expect from a show. Bad cues, busted speakers, rowdy crowds, drunk and/or high singers, whatever the case may be, a show could be messed up. Besides, the bands I would most want to see are broken up or somebody/almost everybody died.
This is dumb and I'm rambling.
Oh and I think I'm in love with this one clerk at R&T traders. So random. Don't ask. I have come to this conclusion because about two months ago he carried my record player to my car, and I always seem to have him when I'm there. Plus he's not emo and he's not preppy. Whatever you can label him and people like him, is my new type. Emo/punk/hardcore/whatever people are still cute and all but they're looking a little to girly and everyone has that fucking haircut.