I just realized that about 95% of my friends have blogs, and I didn’t know about any of them, and wow. It’s voyeuristic and enlightening and sad.
School is work is busy is tired. I was trying to explain to an engineering friend today why I only go to math lecture about 70% of the time on average (and more like 10% in the last few weeks). I couldn’t really. There isn’t an excuse beyond that I just didn’t feel like it. I literally wake up on time in the mornings, and make an extremely conscious decision to get back in bed for an hour. I have an exam on Friday.
Last week, I biked across campus to go to an engineering class. I parked my bike, locked it, silenced my cell phone, took off my glasses, put my hand on the cold doorknob. Paused. Decided to go home. It wasn’t so much a decision as an instinct. I don’t know why, there’s no good reason for anything.
I have seen the most incredible concerts this month. Broken Social Scene is on Friday too. I’m going to see Béla Fleck on Saturday. Death Cab was one of the best shows I’ve seen. Transatlanticism is an anthem, an anthem that made me cry and smile at the same time. I want you so much closer.
Performing is a drug. A narcotic. You know how you get nervous before you speak publicly, or see her, or whatever? You get to the point where you have this negative energy inside you, just shortening your life. But it’s just energy, and when you learn to harness it, it’s a high that lasts through your performance and for a few hours afterwards. That was me today, and it was great.
I was talking with some friends about Jets to Brazil, and I never understood Starry Configurations, but now I do. It’s about a girl.
excellent accommodations am just a bellboy
beautiful surroundings am just some gravel
why am I waiting for you to see I’m alive? #
… but it’s a lot of work and I miss just turning people on to great music.
