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i skip classes to sleep in. what usually happens is i wake up two hours early & sit here wrapped in a blanket. chances are i'd be doing the same thing at school though, minus the blanket.
lifetime last night was better than the show in d.c, even if the setlist wasn't as perfect. the crowd was more into it & it was at the church for fuck's sake. my knees were angled & smashed against the stage, i kept clinging to monitors so i wouldn't keel over, and sporadically i'd notice that my feet weren't touching the ground. i blurted "i'm stuck to the floor!" & dan yemin of all people stopped tuning his guitar, smiled and finished the line. irony! i always say it without anyone getting the reference & when someone finally did, it was one of the people who originated it. i found myself with a tight fist on my chest during certain songs, as though it flew there instinctively. that band is my heart, and i really don't throw around such corny expressions. i'm glad joe & dustin went with me, too. they were equally giddy & we spent the whole ride back recounting the show as if it hadn't just happened.
i needed all the above. i've been feeling like such a zombie lately (too often for it to be a passing mood)-- going out just to prove to myself that i'm not disenchanted with everyone & everything or to reassure people that yeah, we're still friends. smiling on cue, taking whatever's being passed, you know..
thanksgiving's this week (yeah, in case you weren't sure). people are coming home & all that. i have barely any money & i bought new boyshorts. i need to travel in december, dodge the stifling of self that winter makes inevitable.
i wonder what we're watching in film class today. i hope it's nothing loud, my ears are buzzing. and no lovestories, i'm fucking cranky. but my underwear's real cute & there's a container of apple slices with caramel waiting for me in the fridge.
lifetime last night was better than the show in d.c, even if the setlist wasn't as perfect. the crowd was more into it & it was at the church for fuck's sake. my knees were angled & smashed against the stage, i kept clinging to monitors so i wouldn't keel over, and sporadically i'd notice that my feet weren't touching the ground. i blurted "i'm stuck to the floor!" & dan yemin of all people stopped tuning his guitar, smiled and finished the line. irony! i always say it without anyone getting the reference & when someone finally did, it was one of the people who originated it. i found myself with a tight fist on my chest during certain songs, as though it flew there instinctively. that band is my heart, and i really don't throw around such corny expressions. i'm glad joe & dustin went with me, too. they were equally giddy & we spent the whole ride back recounting the show as if it hadn't just happened.
i needed all the above. i've been feeling like such a zombie lately (too often for it to be a passing mood)-- going out just to prove to myself that i'm not disenchanted with everyone & everything or to reassure people that yeah, we're still friends. smiling on cue, taking whatever's being passed, you know..
thanksgiving's this week (yeah, in case you weren't sure). people are coming home & all that. i have barely any money & i bought new boyshorts. i need to travel in december, dodge the stifling of self that winter makes inevitable.
i wonder what we're watching in film class today. i hope it's nothing loud, my ears are buzzing. and no lovestories, i'm fucking cranky. but my underwear's real cute & there's a container of apple slices with caramel waiting for me in the fridge.