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I'm not really intending this to go anywhere, but I thought I might say some words. It's 3 AM and I'm not very tired. Maybe more appropriately I am tired, but I have very little to do tomorrow. I'm listening to the Red House Painters, which is a band I haven't listened to in probably a good two years now.
Anyway, I watched the Black Angels tonight. Their drummer is absolutely gorgeous. I had no idea. The show was ok. I've found that I'm going to shows by myself more and more lately. I used to do it on occasion, but now it seems that I go to every show alone and sometimes expect to see people I know.
I haven't shaved in about a month now. It's turned into something that sort of resembles what a beard should look like. Sort of. Wednesday I have a job interview of sorts at a restaurant. I'm intending to bus tables one night a week for some extra money. Reckless is all well and good, but it doesn't pay what I'd like.
I went to a party last night and found myself not really having any fun at all. I did see that bird girl from America's Next Top Model though. She seemed like she was really self-conscious about her being there and people recognizing her. Two girls that may or may not have been with her were trying to break beer bottles on the bar. In the kitchen, some dude with glitter all over his face was performing casio songs while a bubble machine created an "ambiance." Maybe I'm a jerk for saying so, but it was really stupid. Having fun is certainly worthwhile, but I'm not sure that ignoring the notion of "artistic merit" lends itself to a favorable reception from the more jaded people in attendance.
I've found that without school, I've stopped learning things of value. I've meant to keep up with the news, but I've done a piss-poor job of it. I started taking guitar lessons and am shocked to see that I'm not retaining things as well as I once did. I'm hoping that I can memorize all the notes on a guitar soon, and to be able to know them off the cuff, which are two very different things.
I was planning on going to a party tonight, but it fell through, and it's all the same to me. I talked to Emily for about an hour. I haven't spoken with her in a couple months I think, so that was good. My cousin, sister, and I are planning on going (back) to Australia in January. Any and all details have yet to be worked out, but it really seems more intriguing than being here. I feel like everyday frustrations take on a whole new meaning when you feel pressure to do something better with your life constantly, when you can't meet anyone new, when you know you're slowly going broke, and when you stop remembering any goals that you've set for yourself. Somehow, forgetting to pick up milk is connected to earning a bullshit music business degree from a really terrible art school. I'm not sure how that all works. I guess it's good I usually remember to pick up milk.
It can be really fun to entertain your mind with ideas of grandeur. In a way, the idea is almost as good as actually following through on it. But when such an idea IS actually going to come to fruition, it's way, way better than just thinking about it. Regardless, it's still really fun to consider things that might not ever happen.
Tomorrow I'm going to fold laundry, watch the Cubs game, clean, and maybe make myself a real meal for once.
Anyway, I watched the Black Angels tonight. Their drummer is absolutely gorgeous. I had no idea. The show was ok. I've found that I'm going to shows by myself more and more lately. I used to do it on occasion, but now it seems that I go to every show alone and sometimes expect to see people I know.
I haven't shaved in about a month now. It's turned into something that sort of resembles what a beard should look like. Sort of. Wednesday I have a job interview of sorts at a restaurant. I'm intending to bus tables one night a week for some extra money. Reckless is all well and good, but it doesn't pay what I'd like.
I went to a party last night and found myself not really having any fun at all. I did see that bird girl from America's Next Top Model though. She seemed like she was really self-conscious about her being there and people recognizing her. Two girls that may or may not have been with her were trying to break beer bottles on the bar. In the kitchen, some dude with glitter all over his face was performing casio songs while a bubble machine created an "ambiance." Maybe I'm a jerk for saying so, but it was really stupid. Having fun is certainly worthwhile, but I'm not sure that ignoring the notion of "artistic merit" lends itself to a favorable reception from the more jaded people in attendance.
I've found that without school, I've stopped learning things of value. I've meant to keep up with the news, but I've done a piss-poor job of it. I started taking guitar lessons and am shocked to see that I'm not retaining things as well as I once did. I'm hoping that I can memorize all the notes on a guitar soon, and to be able to know them off the cuff, which are two very different things.
I was planning on going to a party tonight, but it fell through, and it's all the same to me. I talked to Emily for about an hour. I haven't spoken with her in a couple months I think, so that was good. My cousin, sister, and I are planning on going (back) to Australia in January. Any and all details have yet to be worked out, but it really seems more intriguing than being here. I feel like everyday frustrations take on a whole new meaning when you feel pressure to do something better with your life constantly, when you can't meet anyone new, when you know you're slowly going broke, and when you stop remembering any goals that you've set for yourself. Somehow, forgetting to pick up milk is connected to earning a bullshit music business degree from a really terrible art school. I'm not sure how that all works. I guess it's good I usually remember to pick up milk.
It can be really fun to entertain your mind with ideas of grandeur. In a way, the idea is almost as good as actually following through on it. But when such an idea IS actually going to come to fruition, it's way, way better than just thinking about it. Regardless, it's still really fun to consider things that might not ever happen.
Tomorrow I'm going to fold laundry, watch the Cubs game, clean, and maybe make myself a real meal for once.