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I'm sure there are more than a few defects to my personality, I know there are, actually, but the one that consistently goes full circle only to swing back with haymaker like disappointment is my idealization of everyone I meet. I try to go into new situations and encounters with a relatively open mind, but not only that, I am root rooting for you, I really am. I guess I set high expectations -- I figure that you are more than capable of filling them, wanting them to be met in full, and hopefully then some, and then finally, the metaphorical punch, like clockwork. What number of commas is too many commas? This is not your fault, it's mine, and I'd like to try to start expecting less from everyone, from now on..but deep down I'll be rooting for you.
I got to catch up and talk new record buys with Anthony earlier this week, he is going on tour with a band called Dean & Britta, who are two members of another, more well-known band, Luna. As luck would have it, they are going to be swinging through the mid-west a few times, and as luck would have it, they will be here on two days I have finals on. But if you get a chance to see them, it's only 10$, and you'll get to see my best friend playing drums behind an attractive female bass player, which by just saying now is already starting to get me hot.
The rest of the week, which was surprisingly productive and life affirming, consisted of productive academic advisor meetings (I thought that was a contradiction, too.), a night out with some good friends, a stumble home with some good friends, a knot-twisting Cavs loss, and now a homework-free grey and good music-filled Sunday. I'm also trying to fit in another book or two before my upcoming spring quarter of lit classes. I have a feeling I won't be reading much for pleasure during that time, so for now it is "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami which has been enjoyed, in particular, between the mix of rainy and snowy days we've been getting here lately. It makes me think a lot about insecurities and being aware of your potential, and whether or not it's possible to save yourself from averageness. I have a feeling I'll be wrestling with that one for a while..
I got to catch up and talk new record buys with Anthony earlier this week, he is going on tour with a band called Dean & Britta, who are two members of another, more well-known band, Luna. As luck would have it, they are going to be swinging through the mid-west a few times, and as luck would have it, they will be here on two days I have finals on. But if you get a chance to see them, it's only 10$, and you'll get to see my best friend playing drums behind an attractive female bass player, which by just saying now is already starting to get me hot.
The rest of the week, which was surprisingly productive and life affirming, consisted of productive academic advisor meetings (I thought that was a contradiction, too.), a night out with some good friends, a stumble home with some good friends, a knot-twisting Cavs loss, and now a homework-free grey and good music-filled Sunday. I'm also trying to fit in another book or two before my upcoming spring quarter of lit classes. I have a feeling I won't be reading much for pleasure during that time, so for now it is "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami which has been enjoyed, in particular, between the mix of rainy and snowy days we've been getting here lately. It makes me think a lot about insecurities and being aware of your potential, and whether or not it's possible to save yourself from averageness. I have a feeling I'll be wrestling with that one for a while..