everything's not lost.
so i forgot how irrationally good Sondre Lerche, The Notwist, and The Flaming Lips make me feel. my eyes are welling up with a sort of moist happiness. and i must admit, i like it.
this weekend Tracy and i saw Cursive perform at the Glass House, twice. Raquel and Natasha were with us the first night, and the second, it was just us. on Saturday, i missed out on waiting in line for hours because i had to work, but when i got there just before eight they managed to push me through people to get to the front with them. on Sunday, Tracy and i waited in line as always for Cursive.
first night: sweaty cuddle fest against the stage between Tim Kasher and Gretta Cohn. Tracy got Gretta's set list and Raquel shouted STDs she supposedly had to get the people pressed up against her to move back. Kasher was wasted, and the music didn't seem as powerful as it once did. seeing/hearing Saul Williams perform was the highlight of my night, i bought , Said the Shotgun to the Head after the show. overall it was nearly a disappointing night.
second night: up in the balconey. Cursive rocked out much harder that night, and i must admit that at certain points i remembered why they have remained my favorite band. their last song (before the encore) was Staying Alive, and wow. gorgeousness. it moved me like no other that night. another song worth talking about that night was A Song About Fucking by Planes Misaken For Stars. if only i had kazaa still. sigh. a general feeling of content lingered with me afterwards, but i know it wasn't the same. i guess seeing them five times kind of takes away some of the awe. that's not to say that they didn't still amaze me. it just wasn't the same.
i slept over at Tracy's, and tonight she's spending the night here.
i guess i should take the time to do that update entry where i was going to write about my semester in boring livejournal history recording fashion.
summed up, January to May was pretty much an academic flop. i was working two job's (Han's in Baldwin Park and Domino's Pizza in San Dimas), taking on four honors classes, and spending probably a little too much time on the phone and the internet (MySpace especially). somehow Tracy and i got almost the exact same schedule at school, so we hung out pretty much everyday. occasionally saw Eileen, Natalie, Veronica, Sam, Brien, Dylan, Greg, Maria, Christina, Alex, Ryan, and Kristian, but not a whole lot. missed little talks with Eileen that we'd had last semester. in February, Nick brought up Domino's Pizza needing new employees, i brought up Tracy, and somehow she magically got me to apply with her. we got hired within minutes of each other, and that's that. about a week ago (last wednesday) i put in my two weeks notice for reasons i'm too... something.. to talk about on here. but i will say that i do like working there, and i wish i didn't have to leave. hmm. in March, after reading and having to summarize an article called Why I Don't Eat Faces, i decided to stop eating meat, so i guess that's something new. a lot of days were spent with Tracy walking around in circles at school, stalking individuals everywhere and anywhere, mall hopping, art appreciating, Glass House going, Rhino Records loitering, driving around listening to Cursive, going to El Pollo Loco for her chicken and BRCs, concocting absurd nicknames no one else would get, nights of phone calls and days of hypothetical STDs and theoretical lovers. there was our ever so neat band Time of the Month...good times, but that's over now. Tracy has been there for me this entire time, and i know i keep saying it, but it's only because each time i do i realize more and more how true it is, i don't know what i would do without her. i'm truly grateful for her friendship, and i love her more than cheese and tomatoes. ...now THAT'S fancy, heh. but in all seriousness, i'd do anything for that girl. honestly. and as for school, i left with a feeling of disappointment. i remember walking out of my english class with a lump in my throat after writing a letter (that was part of our finals) to my professor regarding my performance in the class. i just know that i could have done a lot better. i just found out my grades the other day. A in World Religions, B in Art History, A in Human Sexuality, and B in English. apparently not as bad as i thought i did, but if you only knew how much i got away with doing my homework five minutes before class, not doing it at all, or pulling all nighters, you'd be surprised too. i found out that it's not that i don't like going to school. it's not that at all. i loved going to class. i loved learning about world religions (and the hindu temple, buddhist temple, and muslim mosque visits i made have left imprints on my life that i can't begin to explain at the moment), about art history, about human sexuality, and semiotic analysis in english class. i just hate homework. overall, it was an interesting semester. anyways, that was it, and now i'm on the phone with Thien so it's time to go.
someone slap this ridiculous grin off my face.
p.s. ...made a good friend out of a semi-new friend named Bryan, and he is grrrreat. in all Tony the Tiger seriousness.