This past weekend = unexpected game changer. I had SO MANY PERSONAL BREAKTHROUGHS, and on top of that I also managed to have fun, which is a big deal because breakthroughs only come at the expense of painful realizations, and you don’t always get something good with them. But this past weekend I:
+ saw In School and White Lung and made friends with an acquaintance who is awesome
+ made cupcakes and delivered them to someone I love because they’re going away for awhile
+ talked endlessly with my platonic soul mate about said breakthroughs
+ saw White Lung a second time, with a TERRIBLE douche bro band that I’m not even going to name, and remembered why I write about misogynist/racist/classist/ableist/cissexist bullshit in the punk scene, and talked to WL about it
+ went to Cary’s for feedback and Mad Men; fell in love with what we started working on, got to eat vegetarian dairy free burritos, laugh really hard a lot and watch our favorite tv show
Put that way it doesn’t really sound like much, but, there was a lot of other stuff going on that I can’t even get into, and I am still processing it. I owe so many e-mails and pictures of guitars and stuff and have work to do and need to get ready for next weekend. Things are so weird and out of control but at least it’s in a way that doesn’t feel terrible at this particular moment.
P.S. don’t you love when you’re suddenly in a good mood and you’re like “OMG I’M GONNA REBLOG EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD”? I’ve sort of been doing that for the past couple days, sorry dudes!
Like I don’t already feel this way 98% of the time.
If there’s anything I can count on, it’s the way a phone call from my attorney always makes me feel like I’m doomed to be/feel alone for the rest of my life.
Whatever. In the off-chance that anyone needs me I will be busy self-medicating with Mad Men and the first Circa Survive album.
When screencapping goes right: Shoshanna Dreyfuss, attempting to ascertain the identity of a German soldier who just won’t get the hint that she’s not interested in his attention. I kind of love this movie and subtext/larger meaning of what happens with these two characters, I’m weird. I’m okay with that though.
Also, in regards to the article linked in my previous post — Everything Is Plastic – The Corrupting Ideal of Authenticity In Music — how much do I LOVE author Scott Creney for posting this picture and asking a crucial question I’ve totally asked on my blog: Just what the fuck makes you so certain that Kristen Stewart doesn’t love Minor Threat as much as you do? Call me crazy, call me a dreamer, but I absolutely DO want to believe that K. Stew is a Minor Threat fan. But then I’m not enough of a woman-hater to believe that her liking them somehow de-legitimates their work.
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