awake
well, I haven't updated in a while, and that hasn't really been to the lack of anything going on, just the need for a bit of movement beyond my current state of mind and into a little more clarity: hence, recovering, I guess you could say. I've been better, that's for certain. It's a little difficult to dive back into school, and then to lose more than just a week filled with freedom (can you say working every day until I literally found out that I was jobless?), and to lose according to my choice. It's for the better, however, and I need to get out of these passive, contradictory days-- the weather is turning beautiful, and although I feel right, it's hard to believe so at the same time. I'm trying not to mentally beat myself up, persay.
I went to see the Black Lips on Friday, with Courtney, Ryan (Chops), Steve and Ben Weissenborn. Let me tell you, I've never felt so brutally beaten at a show! Nor have I felt that a particular show was the reincarnation of my very first concert, all over again. If I had to paraphrase, I guess that it would be the simultaneous magical, and intensely rockin' experience that made it rightfully so. I don't have too much time to go through it all, but let's just say, battling a sweaty, rowdy crowd without a guardrail at the Magic Stick and being the dual maneuvers of the amp in front of us (Courtney and I) made for some very sore forearms the next day and some interesting affection from not only the lead singer, Jared Swilley, but Cole Alexander as well.
So here I am, on a Monday morning? afternoon? I feel as if Monday was yesterday; I've been awake and running half of the day.
Nursing my poor little beat up body from this weekend, which was all considerably worthwhile. On the brink of some changes; getting used to some others. I'd say I'm stumbling in the right direction.