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sunday, march 16th ---

HEADS & BODIES [the ex/the fall-esque goodness from minneapolis. on blood of the young records.]

ZEA [glitchy electropop from amsterdam! damn!]

ALEXIS O'HARA [one ma'am band/spoken word with noise from canada.]

at the southmore house [3107 leeland].
2pm. six dollars.

come with your dancing shoes on. heck yeah.

girls are fucking people too.

i don't know why this is such a difficult concept to grasp. i really don't.

you wait & wait & wait for something to correct itself. and when nothing has happened yet, you feel like pulling at your hair & crying until that one small desired action occurs to remind you that everything is okay. because everything is okay. yes. everything is okay.

i hope.

my stomach has been in knots lately about my decision to stay in houston. this city has devoured me in every sense of the word, and i'm left harboring my earlier feelings of loathing & resentment toward the town while being in the simultaneous grips of enthusiasm regarding all of the potential starting to creep out of the woodwork ( Read more... )

i'm feeling increasingly discouraged from trying to take an active role in many of the things that are most important to me these days. the things that [should] make me feel like i'm doing something positive, that i'm making a difference, that i'm sharing beauty. but instead i'm feeling alienated, like i'm not a welcome part of what i dedicate ( Read more... )

tonight is the one a.m. radio & the wind up bird, if you're feeling so inclined & live in houston. eight o'clock. mary jane's. come say hello or something because i will more than likely be feeling all kinds of out of place if i end up having to work the door. or something.

in other news. i guess i really am an awful friend.

tonight i had anxiety attacks & felt like crying because i couldn't be where i want to be. but i was also overcome with a similar feeling about where i have already been. and how the two are so entwined as much as i would like to tear them apart.

i'm hiding in the computer lab at george washington here in dc, waiting for dear charisma's class to end so we can go fuck shit up. in the meantime, the joints in my fingers are so stiff from the COLD that i can barely type. fourteen below windchill, good grief ( Read more... )