|Fucking TARGET BRAND ROCKY ROAD ICE CREAM
||[Mar. 25th, 2009|10:58 pm]
Sunday I went to see Black SS and Pulling Teeth in Syracuse with Krist and Emily. Had a solidly nice time, the whole time. Before hanging, the show, post eating and driving, sleeping and showering afterwards... I don't know, its just nice to have complete nice times instead of someone being dramatic and ruining shit or whatever. |
Monday I think I killed a bunny on the way home from Rochester. I didn't tell anyone this because I high five'd myself as I hate bunnies. And I didn't read a book.
Tuesday I went and saw Converge, Ceremony, Coliseum, Rise and Fall and Pulling Teeth in Buffalo. I've only been to a few hardcore shows, but this was really great...Ceremony's nuts and Rise and Fall and Pulling Teeth were both pretty awesome. I saw two members of Mandy K and that guy from This Is An Empire and I was really bothered and then I realized what the fuck am I ever doing here too.
As much as I like, love or used to like or love pop-punk, dance-pop, synthy punk pop shit...whatever, the shows just aren't as fun as they used to be. I'd kind of rather spend time hanging out with humans that I know or want to get to know rather than go battle fucking neon brats for a stupid spot at the front so I can sing along to some generic song that a band that charged twenty-five dollars for shirts is singing. There are some things I'll always love, there are some songs I'll always jam to and some bands I will ALWAYS go see. But I think I'm kind of just sick of people.
(Which is also weird because) I love everyone and everything. I'm fifty percent serious about this because I find myself in situations, nothing really out of the ordinary, but they make me very happy and content and make me love life. The fifty percent I'm not serious about is the half that hates everything and everyone because I feel like no one is sincere and everything is complete bullshit. That the people I love are all out to get me and hurt me or something. Its stupid and untrue I think but when I'm actually not out enjoying my days and nights I'm laying in my bed thinking that everything good is going to end.
AND this is one of the reasons I hate sleeping in my bed. I like sleeping on other peoples futons, couches, armchairs, backseats, kitchens, carpeted floors, basements, my own couch, sleeping bags. I like my pillows. I just hate sleeping alone in my bed thinking things.
AND my night just sucked because I finished the peanut butter dammit.