it's been an eventful last few days, i guess...
my friend gave me all the shit so i can ftp into his site, and now i can make pics, or art, or whatever you want to call it, and not have to worry about how big i'm making things, or how much space i'm taking up... so that's pretty nice. painfully nerdy, but nice.
i went to see sigur ros on the 7th and wow... that is easily the most beautiful show/concert i've ever been to. when they first started playing, the entire band was hidden behind this huge curtain, backlit by lights, so all you could see was their silhouettes. then after a while, the regular stage lights came on, and you could see the band, and everything was so, so perfect... the lead singer, whose name i can't think of right now, started singing and playing the guitar with a cello bow, singing things i couldn't understand in that high-pitched way that he does, and it was so, so pretty. i can't think of any way else to describe it. their music is just fucking beautiful to me. as far as my taste in music goes, i'd like to think that i like a really wide spectrum of music, but sigur ros always does it for me...
i met up with this guy tim, who is also on this site somewhere, and i had bought a ticket for him, because at the time, tix were sold out, and i figured i'd be nice. on the way there, i smoked quite a bit...driving around this neighborhood, on the way to pick up this guy anton, at anton's house, on the way out of town, on the way to the venue, and in the parking lot before the show. needless to say, i was pretty stoned. so stoned that i couldn't be bothered to pay attention to my phone, missing calls from that guy tim, and culminating in tim buying a ticket from someone outside before i even got there. it was kind of a "shit... sorry" situation, but everyone was cool, and the show was so, so good, and i don't think anyone has any complaints now...
the show could have been complete and utter shit, as far as i was concerned, because if nothing else, it was a chance for me to do something with this girl i know, who is my favorite person in the entire world right now. unfortunately, she's also one of the younger people in the world right now, and is planning on moving in the next few months, so... i don't know. i really like this girl, she's the most awesome person i've probably ever met, but i don't think anything will ever happen, nor do i think anything can happen. that being said, i'd still bend over backwards and do whatever i can for her, knowing the whole time that nothing particularly special is going to come out of it, because she is simply THAT fucking great. i honestly feel good knowing that i know someone like her... anyway.
enough about the sigur ros show and the girl i like...
i've been drinking quite a bit lately, for no real reason. i just like to get fucked up. normal life is boring and pointless to me, and i could give a shit about pretty much everything else, so any method of removing myself from things, even if only for a few hours, is welcomed with open arms.
my friends and i were going to go skate at some elementary school nearby the other night, so we took one car and some other people took their cars, and the car i was in ended up getting lost. by the time we found our way to the school, we saw our other friends lined up in the parking lot, with their hands clasped behind their necks, with a patrol car nearby. upon our arrival, they all nodded "hi", and the cop proceeded to harrass us, take all our IDs, and hold on to them for the better part of 30-45 minutes. needless to say, we had all been drinking and smoking... mr. police officer threatened to take us all to jail. being a reasonable adult, i'm well aware of the fact that they can't just throw us in jail for pulling up into an empty parking lot where some other people happened to have been caught by the police skateboarding, but i didn't want to say anything, because i wasn't driving, and i didn't feel like explaining myself to the long arm of the law was worth the time and effort it would have taken. then the cop threatened to bring out some dogs and have them sniff the car. i knew in the back of my mind, that this wasn't going to pan out either, because for all he knew, we were just lost and turning around, in which case drug dogs would have been a bit excessive, and even if they found a brick of hash in the car, it would have been inadmissible in court because of the way they went about it, and the fact that we had multiple witnesses, and so on and so on...
i hate cops. seriously. i really can not stand the police at all. i once got the shit knocked out of me, in the neck and spine, by a night stick because i felt the need to spit on a cop who was fucking with me and some people i was with. looking back, i don't think i'd change a thing. i would have kept spitting. the bruises and nice wooden-stick-inflicted lacerations would have been worth it. fuck the police. where were they when my house got broken into... mmm-hmm...
i'm going to just stop now, because it's making me pissed off thinking about the cops the other night, yet i feel really nice thinking about the sigur ros show and the greatest person in the world, with whom i got to go with, who will probably never know exactly how i feel about things...
maybe i can force things to change, simply through strength of will. i'm going to will things to be better, to be the way i want them to be. fuck it. who knows... stranger things have happened.
good night, people.
my friend gave me all the shit so i can ftp into his site, and now i can make pics, or art, or whatever you want to call it, and not have to worry about how big i'm making things, or how much space i'm taking up... so that's pretty nice. painfully nerdy, but nice.
i went to see sigur ros on the 7th and wow... that is easily the most beautiful show/concert i've ever been to. when they first started playing, the entire band was hidden behind this huge curtain, backlit by lights, so all you could see was their silhouettes. then after a while, the regular stage lights came on, and you could see the band, and everything was so, so perfect... the lead singer, whose name i can't think of right now, started singing and playing the guitar with a cello bow, singing things i couldn't understand in that high-pitched way that he does, and it was so, so pretty. i can't think of any way else to describe it. their music is just fucking beautiful to me. as far as my taste in music goes, i'd like to think that i like a really wide spectrum of music, but sigur ros always does it for me...
i met up with this guy tim, who is also on this site somewhere, and i had bought a ticket for him, because at the time, tix were sold out, and i figured i'd be nice. on the way there, i smoked quite a bit...driving around this neighborhood, on the way to pick up this guy anton, at anton's house, on the way out of town, on the way to the venue, and in the parking lot before the show. needless to say, i was pretty stoned. so stoned that i couldn't be bothered to pay attention to my phone, missing calls from that guy tim, and culminating in tim buying a ticket from someone outside before i even got there. it was kind of a "shit... sorry" situation, but everyone was cool, and the show was so, so good, and i don't think anyone has any complaints now...
the show could have been complete and utter shit, as far as i was concerned, because if nothing else, it was a chance for me to do something with this girl i know, who is my favorite person in the entire world right now. unfortunately, she's also one of the younger people in the world right now, and is planning on moving in the next few months, so... i don't know. i really like this girl, she's the most awesome person i've probably ever met, but i don't think anything will ever happen, nor do i think anything can happen. that being said, i'd still bend over backwards and do whatever i can for her, knowing the whole time that nothing particularly special is going to come out of it, because she is simply THAT fucking great. i honestly feel good knowing that i know someone like her... anyway.
enough about the sigur ros show and the girl i like...
i've been drinking quite a bit lately, for no real reason. i just like to get fucked up. normal life is boring and pointless to me, and i could give a shit about pretty much everything else, so any method of removing myself from things, even if only for a few hours, is welcomed with open arms.
my friends and i were going to go skate at some elementary school nearby the other night, so we took one car and some other people took their cars, and the car i was in ended up getting lost. by the time we found our way to the school, we saw our other friends lined up in the parking lot, with their hands clasped behind their necks, with a patrol car nearby. upon our arrival, they all nodded "hi", and the cop proceeded to harrass us, take all our IDs, and hold on to them for the better part of 30-45 minutes. needless to say, we had all been drinking and smoking... mr. police officer threatened to take us all to jail. being a reasonable adult, i'm well aware of the fact that they can't just throw us in jail for pulling up into an empty parking lot where some other people happened to have been caught by the police skateboarding, but i didn't want to say anything, because i wasn't driving, and i didn't feel like explaining myself to the long arm of the law was worth the time and effort it would have taken. then the cop threatened to bring out some dogs and have them sniff the car. i knew in the back of my mind, that this wasn't going to pan out either, because for all he knew, we were just lost and turning around, in which case drug dogs would have been a bit excessive, and even if they found a brick of hash in the car, it would have been inadmissible in court because of the way they went about it, and the fact that we had multiple witnesses, and so on and so on...
i hate cops. seriously. i really can not stand the police at all. i once got the shit knocked out of me, in the neck and spine, by a night stick because i felt the need to spit on a cop who was fucking with me and some people i was with. looking back, i don't think i'd change a thing. i would have kept spitting. the bruises and nice wooden-stick-inflicted lacerations would have been worth it. fuck the police. where were they when my house got broken into... mmm-hmm...
i'm going to just stop now, because it's making me pissed off thinking about the cops the other night, yet i feel really nice thinking about the sigur ros show and the greatest person in the world, with whom i got to go with, who will probably never know exactly how i feel about things...
maybe i can force things to change, simply through strength of will. i'm going to will things to be better, to be the way i want them to be. fuck it. who knows... stranger things have happened.
good night, people.
I will check out those files again when I get a chance and see if I can show you some more...unfortunately I think the shots from behind the scrim did not come out as interesting as I hoped...if you would like I will send you a couple of those prints in the mail...good luck with the gal!
it's the best drug out there.
[Edited on Sep 24, 2005 5:26PM]