I'm Alive
I know, it's like I've all but completely abandoned writing here. No one has expressed any care, however. My ambiguity lies in deciding whether or not this has been a product of a negative or positive change in my life.
Or maybe I just should fucking think everything to death and assign a label either way.
I'm not even thinking about that, because last night I saw Fiona Apple in concert for the third time (in five months). She performed in the Filene Center at Wolf Trap National Park in Vienna, Virgina.
She was so on. She was so on. She was sooooooo fucking incredibly on. This was the best performance I have ever seen by her--EVER. And she was so outrageously beautiful, and so indescribably human and real and cute. The set was awesome, her drummer is a fucking madman, and she was just sooo crazy and amazing. I was so close, too, and after she bolted off stage following the encore I gave a letter I'd written for her to a crew member that was on stage to give to her for me. Even the concert hall was gorgeous, and it was such a pretty day.
She wore this blue dress she said she'd never worn before.
Not even the absolutely ridiculous asshole people sitting near me could ruin it in the slightest way.
Needless to say, it got to a point where standing ovations occurred after every single song.
Other things going on... summer is continuing on so unforgivingly that my a/c never turns off because it can't even cool to 78. I'm spending a lot of really great, relaxing time in Fredericksburg with my family (which explains the majority of my e-absence, however my internet also broke for two fucking weeks). I'm going to therapy, and my therapist is absolutely wonderful. I am so grateful for her. My roommate's moving out in a couple of weeks and my friend is moving in. I'm doing artwork. I'm finding old parts of myself I had missed and thought were lost for a long time.
I've been dealing with some really bad suicidal depressions, but at the moment things are looking up. I'm sure I have Fiona to thank.
Or maybe I just should fucking think everything to death and assign a label either way.
I'm not even thinking about that, because last night I saw Fiona Apple in concert for the third time (in five months). She performed in the Filene Center at Wolf Trap National Park in Vienna, Virgina.
She was so on. She was so on. She was sooooooo fucking incredibly on. This was the best performance I have ever seen by her--EVER. And she was so outrageously beautiful, and so indescribably human and real and cute. The set was awesome, her drummer is a fucking madman, and she was just sooo crazy and amazing. I was so close, too, and after she bolted off stage following the encore I gave a letter I'd written for her to a crew member that was on stage to give to her for me. Even the concert hall was gorgeous, and it was such a pretty day.
She wore this blue dress she said she'd never worn before.
Not even the absolutely ridiculous asshole people sitting near me could ruin it in the slightest way.
Needless to say, it got to a point where standing ovations occurred after every single song.
Other things going on... summer is continuing on so unforgivingly that my a/c never turns off because it can't even cool to 78. I'm spending a lot of really great, relaxing time in Fredericksburg with my family (which explains the majority of my e-absence, however my internet also broke for two fucking weeks). I'm going to therapy, and my therapist is absolutely wonderful. I am so grateful for her. My roommate's moving out in a couple of weeks and my friend is moving in. I'm doing artwork. I'm finding old parts of myself I had missed and thought were lost for a long time.
I've been dealing with some really bad suicidal depressions, but at the moment things are looking up. I'm sure I have Fiona to thank.