I feel like crap.
I wrote this on May 10, 2004. That was almost five years ago. Freaks me out that 2004 seems like yesterday, but was five years ago. That's irrelevant.
"i just love saves the day more than i've ever loved any band on the planet. and, quite possibly, more than i ever will love any other band ever. they're just one of those bands that i can't understand how anyone could listen and not fall in love with at least their lyrics."
I am in constant limbo about whether giving my life to a band for almost a decade is pathetic. I don't know if they've held me back from "growing up" or if they've been the driving force in my development. At this very moment, I think loving a band this much is a beautiful (and rare) thing. It baffles me that October will be nine years since my first Saves the Day show. And that I am boarding a plane tomorrow to see the same band on Saturday.
While reading through my old journal, I also found entries about Kevin from 2004. 2004. And I wonder (okay, not really) why I have such a hard time letting go and why I get so weirded out about how a lot of people view him. Among other reasons.
Whatever. I am getting sick and I need to get better before I board a plane to Chicago tomorrow.
"i just love saves the day more than i've ever loved any band on the planet. and, quite possibly, more than i ever will love any other band ever. they're just one of those bands that i can't understand how anyone could listen and not fall in love with at least their lyrics."
I am in constant limbo about whether giving my life to a band for almost a decade is pathetic. I don't know if they've held me back from "growing up" or if they've been the driving force in my development. At this very moment, I think loving a band this much is a beautiful (and rare) thing. It baffles me that October will be nine years since my first Saves the Day show. And that I am boarding a plane tomorrow to see the same band on Saturday.
While reading through my old journal, I also found entries about Kevin from 2004. 2004. And I wonder (okay, not really) why I have such a hard time letting go and why I get so weirded out about how a lot of people view him. Among other reasons.
Whatever. I am getting sick and I need to get better before I board a plane to Chicago tomorrow.