My interview with The Strumbrellas went pretty well. I spent the rest of the day being a lazy slug, though. It's what I needed. I've been working hard these past months. It isn't easy to try and make a name for yourself without pay (we aren't getting enough views yet to be able to frolic underneath falling dollar bills yet) whilst keeping a physically demanding job just to have money to survive. That isn't too bad, though. It's better than when I was unemployed and depressed last year. I'd rather have a lot on my plate than nothing, both figuratively and literally!
I saw a gif of someone's eye being popped out but still being attached inside the person's head, and the eye was still moving around. Yeah. I'm sorry but not a lot happened today, so I can only point out things that have happened. That was fucking despicable. I'm not an easily squeamish person but things involving eyes tend to mess me up. I do think eyes are the most attractive part of the human body, so I suppose I am overly protective of them.
Interesting story, my ink and steel clad associates: When I was in high school I owned an Ibanez guitar with a pointy head. One night I tried literally jumping into bed (well, onto the bed, see, I'm uneasy with using the word literally now because of how often it is used, literally... see?). I bounced off the bed and my eye landed onto the head of the guitar. That hurt more than French kissing a bee hive. Well, maybe not. My eye was really red and it freaked me out. I went to my doctor, and he said I was lucky: "If it was a centimeter to the left, you could have permanently damaged your vision. If it was a bit to the right, you could have popped your eye out". Adorable. I was also into theater, so with this eye injury, I was on stage one day in full make up (I have NO idea how you people put on make up. I flinch like a strobe light). I tried to wash the make up off after the performance and I got make up remover in the OTHER eye. I was pretty much blind, or unable to see (to try and avoid being a hypochondriac) for a few minutes. That freaked me out. Even before then I was over protective of my eyes because of films where zombies would shove peoples heads onto large splinters that would impale their eyes (PLEASE tell me someone knows what movie I am talking about, for I cannot remember the name. It isn't Gates of Hell, I don't think). After that, though, I became much more paranoid.
To end off on a positive note, my favorite kind of eyes are dark eyes. I love dark eyes that can sparkle when you stare into them. I don't think I find any kind of eyes ugly, though, and am usually very drawn to them, regardless of what colour they are. If I had to pick a preference, though, I'd go with dark brown eyes. A good example of the kind of eyes I am most into is with Audrey Kitching.
And yes, I am almost certain that gif was real and was not done with special effects. Blech.
Anyways, some songs I've had on repeat today are Year Zero by Ghost, Walking In The Rain by The Ronettes, and Alcest's Faiseurs De Mondes. In fact, that Alcest song is a way I try to describe to people what having depression and anxiety is like (yes, I'm one of the many with these issues. yayyyy), as much of the song is gorgeous but still full of pain and sorrow. The climax of the song carries such an urgency and demand that I feel when I am having a panic attack, and it has a finality to it that I feel almost daily, where anything can be the last time. I hate this feeling with such a passion, but it's a song like Faiseurs De Mondes that helps me cope with it and remember that the song ends and can be replayed, and thus is not a terminated creation (like life itself). I know I only live once, but life's still going, and it won't end anytime soon: Not while I'm pushing that << button.
Sorry, shit got serious there. Have a picture of cheese I lazily found on Google.
Have a good one,
-Andy