[UPDATE 8/29] Yes, I know I really need to update my journal, but I've been busy...and besides, the only thing I can think to write right now is the number 21, over and over and over again.
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Finally got a new profile pic up, and look, it's actually a recent picture of me. Sure, it's not the sexiest picture of me, but hey, I laugh a lot. You know, I have to make up for years of depression in which I didn't laugh much, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job of it.
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I think it's fairly safe to say I'm happier now than I've been in a long while. I've become at one with my directionlessness. Actually, I've come to see my inability to focus on a single path less as listless drifting than, well...something else. I don't want to focus on something, I want to do everything. I want to experience life, no holds barred, the mundane and the extraordinary, the vile and the beautiful. My friend Tom being in town has helped with that a lot. He's kind of in a similar, if a bit more motivated place. He's an artist, writer, and musician who just moved to NYC (actually, he's on a train from Reno to NYC even as I type this). He's certainly got his shit more together than I do though. We're going to be collaborating on some stuff, cross-country. It should be really rewarding.
This weekend was great. I got to see a ton of people I haven't seen in awhile, and watched the sun come up in Long Beach as I walked the 5 blocks from my car to my house, an experience that was absolutely breathtaking since the stars were still out and the sliver of moon was grinning like the cheshire cat. I've noticed several people saying they've been transfixed by the stars this month, especially with the red planet doing the lambada with the Earth. I've been thoroughly intoxicated too this month (with the stars as well as other substances), more so than usual. I walk around staring up at the sky, looking like I'm waiting for some aliens to swing by and give me a ride. I'm the only one I know that has seen shooting stars this month, perhaps because of the full moon during the peak of the shower or something, but I've been seeing them all month.
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So I'm going to the spiffy KROQ Inland Invasion concert September 20th, with: The Cure, Duran Duran, Violent Femmes, Echo and the Bunnymen, Dashboard Confessional, Psychedelic Furs, Hot Hot Heat, Bow Wow Wow, Interpol, General Public, Fountains of Wayne, Soft Cell, Berlin, and Dramarama.
I'm excited to see all the bands, but really it's all about seeing The Cure again, and going to a concert with a bunch of my friends, SG and non-SG alike. I don't even care (that much) that the concert is going to be performed practically on the surface of the Sun, out in the deserty 909.
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Finally got a new profile pic up, and look, it's actually a recent picture of me. Sure, it's not the sexiest picture of me, but hey, I laugh a lot. You know, I have to make up for years of depression in which I didn't laugh much, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job of it.
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I think it's fairly safe to say I'm happier now than I've been in a long while. I've become at one with my directionlessness. Actually, I've come to see my inability to focus on a single path less as listless drifting than, well...something else. I don't want to focus on something, I want to do everything. I want to experience life, no holds barred, the mundane and the extraordinary, the vile and the beautiful. My friend Tom being in town has helped with that a lot. He's kind of in a similar, if a bit more motivated place. He's an artist, writer, and musician who just moved to NYC (actually, he's on a train from Reno to NYC even as I type this). He's certainly got his shit more together than I do though. We're going to be collaborating on some stuff, cross-country. It should be really rewarding.
This weekend was great. I got to see a ton of people I haven't seen in awhile, and watched the sun come up in Long Beach as I walked the 5 blocks from my car to my house, an experience that was absolutely breathtaking since the stars were still out and the sliver of moon was grinning like the cheshire cat. I've noticed several people saying they've been transfixed by the stars this month, especially with the red planet doing the lambada with the Earth. I've been thoroughly intoxicated too this month (with the stars as well as other substances), more so than usual. I walk around staring up at the sky, looking like I'm waiting for some aliens to swing by and give me a ride. I'm the only one I know that has seen shooting stars this month, perhaps because of the full moon during the peak of the shower or something, but I've been seeing them all month.
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So I'm going to the spiffy KROQ Inland Invasion concert September 20th, with: The Cure, Duran Duran, Violent Femmes, Echo and the Bunnymen, Dashboard Confessional, Psychedelic Furs, Hot Hot Heat, Bow Wow Wow, Interpol, General Public, Fountains of Wayne, Soft Cell, Berlin, and Dramarama.
I'm excited to see all the bands, but really it's all about seeing The Cure again, and going to a concert with a bunch of my friends, SG and non-SG alike. I don't even care (that much) that the concert is going to be performed practically on the surface of the Sun, out in the deserty 909.
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and your calling me a muse has pleased me greatly. i have no words in response... interestingly enough.
i'm glad you're "back". I hope i get to spend more time here again so we can get back into probing each other's brains again.
20.