I'm still sloggin' through the whole boyfriend leaving thing. Yes. Boyfriend ne "gentleman friend". I don't talk about him overtly, as I've grown older and wiser in the 2 years I've been on here. My moods tend to follow a roller-coaster at times, strangely manic and upbeat and "mother, we just can't get enough, we just can't get enough" at the top of my lungs, and some days the soul-crushing lethargy keeps me from wanting to even get out of bed, or I cry at Mastercard commercials.
Otherwise I'm working, trying to get homework done in 2 online classes, being on the radio (no really! But no, I'm not telling you when or where. If you know, you must be special
) and trying to stay buzzbuzzbusy as a bee to keep my mind from remembering the best damn thing that's ever happened to me is 1,300 miles away.
And don't expect me to elaborate much more than I have. I'm not a fan of girls who go on and on about their special someone any more than I am of girls who post crappy cam pics of their ta-tas.
Anyway, there are things that are getting me through this. Friends help. Shows help. Taking silly pictures for the internet helps.
Me after the Brand New Show Wednesday night. I managed to take some damn cute pictures that night. There's nothing that can be done about the severe amount of yellow/red here. I have standard light bulbs, and yellow walls. Sorry peeps.
"Whoa Perdita!?!?! What the fuck happened to your hair!??!" Read on my friends . . .
The Hair Odyssey (now with 100% more pictures!)
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First, even before anyone was going anywhere, I chopped major lengths of hair off. My hair was past shoulder length . . . to this . . .
But there was more than just so-early-it's-late-mania involved in this haircut (true! i cut it myself at 1am and then much later went to Fantastic Sam's to have them correct it). I decided to go back to blond . . . so I stripped and bleached my hair. And I had bad bleaching gradient like whoa, so I put L'Oreal Color Pulse in Red Pulse on top
Can anyone say, "jinkies!" because I sho' look like Velma. (minus the redonk face, that is 100% pure perdita silliness)
The red wouldn't fly for work and I was bored so I stripped and bleached again, to what it is now, a color I've lovingly dubbed "peach cake", because it has all the colors of a peach coffee cake. And thus far, I'm really digging the color. Not so much the length. But I'll deal.
The weather has been extraordinarily fantastic lately, mostly I've been listening to a playlist consistin of Mike Doughty and The Agents. I can just hear you now, "what? The Agents are back?!?!" I know, I know. No one was more excited than I to learn this fact and I managed to witness it IN PERSON last night. Actually this week I went to more shows than I've gone to in the past few months. The last show I went to was Type O Negative . . .
Show report! Read on for high debauchery . . .
5/23
The Color Revolt-Anathallo-BRAND NEW
SPOILERS! (Click to view)An amazing show, my friend (Jaws BangMe, legendary guitarist for FlareGunSuicide) and I were late because I had work that night, so we missed The Color Revolt but caught most of Anathallo's superb set. I managed to snag their cd
Floating World and it's really good. Ambient indie, with an emphasis on unusual sounds and instrumentation and heavily influenced by Japanese culture. A+!
Brand New was of course amazing, playing "Jaws Theme Swimming" like, 3 songs in, and a mindblowing multiple instrument finale. I also got in a fight defending the honor of some ladies and scared off an ex-boyfriend bu doing nothing in particular. All in all a good time.
5/26
Room 30-The Agents
SPOILERS! (Click to view)I'm wary of shows in Southern RI. The crowds can be, how you say . . . shitty? But last night was pretty fucking amazing. Good drinks, decent crowd, fantastic company
and of course AMAZING music. No fights to be sure.
I went with one my BFF's and we managed to sit next to The Agents themselves at one point and chatted with them a bit. This is RI and to say everyone knows everyone else is untrue, but connections happen more often than elsewhere. So the pre show was good and then there is the show itself. The opening band was
Room 30, and they were really good, something like ska, something like reggae, but just mellow and good to listen to. Mad props to coming from Rochester NY but turns out the lead singer is from the 401 and knew all the words like the rest of us.
Then there was The Agents. *sigh* They are a fantastic band, if I had to describe them quickly it would be "old school ska". These are
not your traditional Warped Tour jumpy happy brats, oh no. They're older, perhaps wiser, and definitely better. They played a super long set last night, bringing out all of the old favorites (and considering their last album came out in 2000, they're all old favorites!) and in general putting on a rockin' good show! Highlights include: broken drumsticks (he will fuck you up!), trumpet solos on top of the bar, and "you don't know what?" leading to the opening lines of "I Don't Know" which is on their myspace page (and mine!) and is one of my favorite songs ever. I got in a minor argument with the drummer over that song, and by the way he was right and I was wrong, slightly buzzed and stubborn.
But still, one of the best damn nights in a long time.
Also, I've been compulsively cleaning and trying to get my life organized. It's true. I completely changed my room around, meaning I moved all the furniture around (by myself!), washed/cleaned everything (walls included, I am my mother's daughter sometimes) and went through all of my possesions. Got rid of multiple trashbags of crap and it felt so good. The new set up is also much more open. I'm really fucking proud of myself for getting it done. 
That's what I get for cleaning my room. Otters are cute.
And with that, I bid you adieu.
messy watermelon kisses,
perdita
Perdita's Peculiar Particular: I had a strange fixation on the color green when I was in elementary school where I felt like a picture looked off-balance/not quite right if there was no green in it.
p.s. This entry has been brought to you thanks to procrastination, the new The Academy Is cd Santi and cran-orange juuuuuice.
