Spring Break destination: the Gem State itself, Idaho.
In all actuality, it was quite beautiful there. Pretty much everywhere I looked, there was a mountain range on the horizon, save for the freak blizzard on the way there. I spent the majority of the time listening to my iPod and not reading Alexis de Tocqueville's "Democracy in America" for History 353. Screw that crap.
So in my vegetative and meditative state, I mentally compiled my top five albums of all time, but since I didn't write them down, I can only remember the top three:
1. AFI: The Art of Drowning
2. Godspeed You! Black Emperor: Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven!"
3. The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra La La Band: He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corners of Our Room.
Later on, when I get apathetic towards homework, I'm going to compile some sort of list of my favorite 50 albums. Who knows, maybe I'll have some sort of sophisticated system with rankings out of 10. Example: Ability for Collin to Listen to from Start to Finish. Yes, solid as a graham cracker.
Back to Idaho, it was pretty fun. Actually, we were in Targhee, which is in Wyoming. Great snow-- probably the best I've been through in quite some time, possibly all my life. I just had a total blast on the mountain until the last run of the last day. Now this may sound elitist, but I just can't fucking stand novice snowboarders-- moreso when they are on my precious blue runs.
So my dad and I pretty much had to play "Dodge the Knuckledraggers" as they have the pleasant habit of plopping down on their asses in the middle of run. Alright, I've snowboarded in the past and yeah, it's a drain the first couple times, but fucking stay to the bunny slopes. Please?
(And why do they have to act like badasses? Didn't John Kerry snowboard somewhere to help his image with young-alternative crowd? That alone would make me quit cold turkey)
In Boise (or Bwah-say, as I liken it) we walked around the downtown area for a few hours. I was thoroughly impressed. With about 80,000 more residents than Billings, and 100,000 more than Missoula, it is infinitely more clean and appealing to the eyes. There's some really neat architecture on the older buildings, something seriously lacking in my "home" towns.
Thursday, as a family, we hit up the mall. Oh yeah. Come to think of it, I hate malls. I have my normal stores to go to, and I used to have a certain Cafe that I used to attend for various reasons, but by and large, malls aren't for me. I guess the middle and high schools got out early and with nothing else to do with their lives, the young-uns hit up the mall. After a while I was really feeling my age, or much older. Seeing 14 year-old, one after another, dressing like she's 18, really started to grate on my nerves. Seriously, what's the hurry? I don't think there was another college girl there save for my sister and the girl working in Hollister.
Aside from that, it was a really pleasant vacation, even though my parents had to witness the obligitory Lindsey melt down and wild mood swings. Older sisters, what a blessing.
So, anyone listen to Avenged Sevenfold? Any thoughts?
Tonight, on the drive back, when we crossed the state line back into Montana, there was a beautiful full moon and cloudless sky. When this hit me (I adore such scenes in nature), I thought I needed some nice music: it was down to Explosions in the Sky's "The Moon is Down," GY!BE's "Antennas to Heaven," and Fugazi's "The Kill." I must have listened to "The Kill" a bajillion times in succession. It's just smooth and calm and everything that I could have wanted in music for my mood.
That's it.
In all actuality, it was quite beautiful there. Pretty much everywhere I looked, there was a mountain range on the horizon, save for the freak blizzard on the way there. I spent the majority of the time listening to my iPod and not reading Alexis de Tocqueville's "Democracy in America" for History 353. Screw that crap.
So in my vegetative and meditative state, I mentally compiled my top five albums of all time, but since I didn't write them down, I can only remember the top three:
1. AFI: The Art of Drowning
2. Godspeed You! Black Emperor: Lift Yr. Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven!"
3. The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra La La Band: He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corners of Our Room.
Later on, when I get apathetic towards homework, I'm going to compile some sort of list of my favorite 50 albums. Who knows, maybe I'll have some sort of sophisticated system with rankings out of 10. Example: Ability for Collin to Listen to from Start to Finish. Yes, solid as a graham cracker.
Back to Idaho, it was pretty fun. Actually, we were in Targhee, which is in Wyoming. Great snow-- probably the best I've been through in quite some time, possibly all my life. I just had a total blast on the mountain until the last run of the last day. Now this may sound elitist, but I just can't fucking stand novice snowboarders-- moreso when they are on my precious blue runs.
So my dad and I pretty much had to play "Dodge the Knuckledraggers" as they have the pleasant habit of plopping down on their asses in the middle of run. Alright, I've snowboarded in the past and yeah, it's a drain the first couple times, but fucking stay to the bunny slopes. Please?
(And why do they have to act like badasses? Didn't John Kerry snowboard somewhere to help his image with young-alternative crowd? That alone would make me quit cold turkey)
In Boise (or Bwah-say, as I liken it) we walked around the downtown area for a few hours. I was thoroughly impressed. With about 80,000 more residents than Billings, and 100,000 more than Missoula, it is infinitely more clean and appealing to the eyes. There's some really neat architecture on the older buildings, something seriously lacking in my "home" towns.
Thursday, as a family, we hit up the mall. Oh yeah. Come to think of it, I hate malls. I have my normal stores to go to, and I used to have a certain Cafe that I used to attend for various reasons, but by and large, malls aren't for me. I guess the middle and high schools got out early and with nothing else to do with their lives, the young-uns hit up the mall. After a while I was really feeling my age, or much older. Seeing 14 year-old, one after another, dressing like she's 18, really started to grate on my nerves. Seriously, what's the hurry? I don't think there was another college girl there save for my sister and the girl working in Hollister.
Aside from that, it was a really pleasant vacation, even though my parents had to witness the obligitory Lindsey melt down and wild mood swings. Older sisters, what a blessing.
So, anyone listen to Avenged Sevenfold? Any thoughts?
Tonight, on the drive back, when we crossed the state line back into Montana, there was a beautiful full moon and cloudless sky. When this hit me (I adore such scenes in nature), I thought I needed some nice music: it was down to Explosions in the Sky's "The Moon is Down," GY!BE's "Antennas to Heaven," and Fugazi's "The Kill." I must have listened to "The Kill" a bajillion times in succession. It's just smooth and calm and everything that I could have wanted in music for my mood.
That's it.
I just listen to Sigur Ros, either ( ) or Aegaetis Byrnjun, when I get those "nature" moments. I had a ton of those when I was in Japan.
I got up to the front as early as possible because I knew how the crowd was going to be once the AFI started taking the stage. I wound up front and center, just inches from Davey at all times. I sang my heart out and took so many pictures (but sadly I only wound up with just these after 4-5 years).