When you had one person in your life for a very short amount of time and they somehow just happened to befriend all the people you had just gotten to know without your knowledge, that feels like theft.
When someone goes after their friend’s ex without consent or conversation, that’s pretty low.
When jokes get out of hand, just stop. That shit gets so awkward.
As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.”—Kay Eiffel, Stranger Than Fiction
I am extremely excited for the release of An Horse’s new record. And it’ll be perfect timing for the warm weather. An Horse are perfect to listen to on a sunny day. Definitely made my day better when I decided to listen to Rearrange Beds in the car.
It was really gloomy this morning but now it’s really nice and sunny out. I bet the sunset will be terrific.
It’s been a weird day. I woke up groggy from the medicine I took last night but somewhere between my shower and getting on the bus, I livened up and felt really groovy. Then the bus driver didn’t stop at my car and I overestimated different levels of coolness. Now I can’t decide what the hell is going on but I’m ready for class so I’ll probably kill the next twenty minutes by jamming out.
My classes don’t interest me. I’m not that into astronomy. I already know practically everything we’re learning in my music class. Type Communications? Not learning what I thought I would be. Mixology? … Okay, you got me there.
I forgot that my counselor taught me to be brave. So I tried. I’d forgotten I’d had a counselor last semester so I almost chickened out.
But my most common thought was probably, “Damn, my head is killing me.” Which was quickly followed by, “Shoot, I should be paying attention.”
I smell French. Death has been a subject too much today. And I’m oddly sad for no reason.
I had a pretty wonderful week though. Balance works it’s way into every aspect of life. A good week has to be balanced by a few bad days or one shit event. Or an awful week is neutralised by a fantastic evening.
There’s also quite a bit of relationship drama going on with my friends. Reminds me that I’m glad to be single. And reminds me how crappy it makes me feel sometimes just to hear about my friends’ irrational couple arguments.
It’s really weird how time passes. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, and sometimes it seems to feel just right. Even in hindsight, it can seem like ages and seconds at the same time.
I just looked through some old pictures. Mainly, I realised I’ve taken a lot of pictures of myself and I hate that. When I’d get bored, I would just take pictures. And now I take a picture of myself every day and it’s getting on my nerves. But I’ve been doing it for over a year and if I stop… Nothing will actually happen.
But at some point, on some late night when for some reason I haven’t gone to sleep yet, I’ll remember that I took a picture of myself every day for about fourteen months and I’ll think about it aimlessly and wonder why I stopped and whatnot.
I’ve been seriously thinking of stopping that. Or at least going back to just taking a crappy webcam picture.
What’s the point in taking a picture every day? I think I thought it would be cool to look at later. But now I think it’s just kind of lame. It’s become more of a chore than a creative outlet.
I downsized my ears again tonight. I did the other day because they were getting a little irritated. Now part of me just wants to get rid of most of my piercings. There are more important things. Right?
While I’m at it I guess I’ll say that I started putting two songs together tonight. The first one was getting on my nerves so I stopped and talked to my brother. He was doing homework so I got kind of bored and antsy so I went back to my room and adjusted a riff I randomly played today. This might be my least favourite segment of this note.
So this is my Debbie Downer late night post. I should be asleep. I’m getting up by nine to work out. Even though I don’t want to. And then I’ll feel better about things. Even though I’m not sure I want to. Because a pretty big part of me needs to be like this. And I don’t know why.