Life has been nice here, I've been catching up with old friends and causing the usual trouble. Its turned into summer, the air is sticky and clothes cling to my back, I crave popsickles all day long, I'm bruised and bitten from summer lovin' and even though I just got my hair done it still wont behave.
Last weekend the lovely lessthanthree and myself went to the bay to seeThe Matches, and we watched them play from the control room. Sometimes I think that the bands that we've loved growing up give me the same sort of admiration and pain feeling as an unrequited crush - worshipping from afar, loving the image or the energy that someone gives off without really knowing them at all. We went to a little party after where the lead singer was playing Ouija board and drinking Charles Shaw (yuk!) with a girl he'd written one of my favorite songs about. Fisting a bottle of Bacardi and cuddling withlessthanthree and the other girls made me feel a little more secure, but not really. I mean, sometimes I feel like I'm going to be as lame and shy as when I was 15 and at my first show, no matter how old I get.
On the tone of music and Bacardi, I was at a friends house with Boy the last night where the host had gotten terribly drunk. Boy was taking care of him and I wandered into the hall where I could here one of the housemates and someone else plunking guitar riffs and arguing about music and intellectualizing and pretension and all this. I sat and listened to them for a long time.
lessthanthree and I have been visiting our old haunts. It feels like the town has switched around - all the stores have traded places with eachother so I dont know where anything is. Some of our favorite places, Tap and True Love Cafe have closed their doors. I guess I'll have to learn to survive summer without peach Snow Bubbles.
Catching up with people has been strange because it's made me want to rethink things. I know it's good that I'm in school but I see my friends working as leasing consultants, one of which has a free apartment from it; or as concessions/merch girls at our favorite bay area venue, living right on telegraph ... I feel like even when I get my degree I wont be paid 10 $$ an hour, and I feel like my summers are so filled already with summer school that I may never had the chance to work in a place really awesome like at the shows.
But I dont know. College is wonderful and I wont leave, I just wonder if my summers going to turn out well in the end.
In other news, I'm considering joining MySpace. Are you on? Pros and cons?
Last weekend the lovely lessthanthree and myself went to the bay to seeThe Matches, and we watched them play from the control room. Sometimes I think that the bands that we've loved growing up give me the same sort of admiration and pain feeling as an unrequited crush - worshipping from afar, loving the image or the energy that someone gives off without really knowing them at all. We went to a little party after where the lead singer was playing Ouija board and drinking Charles Shaw (yuk!) with a girl he'd written one of my favorite songs about. Fisting a bottle of Bacardi and cuddling withlessthanthree and the other girls made me feel a little more secure, but not really. I mean, sometimes I feel like I'm going to be as lame and shy as when I was 15 and at my first show, no matter how old I get.
On the tone of music and Bacardi, I was at a friends house with Boy the last night where the host had gotten terribly drunk. Boy was taking care of him and I wandered into the hall where I could here one of the housemates and someone else plunking guitar riffs and arguing about music and intellectualizing and pretension and all this. I sat and listened to them for a long time.
lessthanthree and I have been visiting our old haunts. It feels like the town has switched around - all the stores have traded places with eachother so I dont know where anything is. Some of our favorite places, Tap and True Love Cafe have closed their doors. I guess I'll have to learn to survive summer without peach Snow Bubbles.
Catching up with people has been strange because it's made me want to rethink things. I know it's good that I'm in school but I see my friends working as leasing consultants, one of which has a free apartment from it; or as concessions/merch girls at our favorite bay area venue, living right on telegraph ... I feel like even when I get my degree I wont be paid 10 $$ an hour, and I feel like my summers are so filled already with summer school that I may never had the chance to work in a place really awesome like at the shows.
But I dont know. College is wonderful and I wont leave, I just wonder if my summers going to turn out well in the end.
In other news, I'm considering joining MySpace. Are you on? Pros and cons?
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I'm glad you're having fun! I don't know -- there is also definitely something to be said about having those hometown ties, but never really 'going back' all the way, which is what would happen if you settled there, y'know?