This weekend was amazing.
Chicago was amazing. The weather was amazing. My future house is amazing. The show was amazing. Mr. Submarine was amazing. My new creepers are amazing. Dapper Dan is amazing.
Then I came home. And now everything sucks again.
I realized when I was in Chicago that I have a lot to learn about... well... pretty much everything. This weekend, I felt like my small-town/suburban ignorance was getting the best of me. For instance, walking around at night scared the shit out of me and I was sure every time a guy walked by, I was going to get mugged. I felt awkward and uncomfortable smoking cigarettes inside a venue. In fact, it got to the point where I was going outside in the cold to smoke because I just didn't feel right ashing and throwing my cigarette butts on the floor. I was also really embarrassed whenever I spoke, because I always thought I sounded like a big redneck (especially when I said things like "Ya can't beat that with a stick" or "Hell's bells" or "Darlin'"). Oh, and who knew that oil on sandwiches was a common thing? I certainly didn't... and neither did my parents when I told them about it.
I'm so scared to move up there because of things like this. There's just so much I don't know or understand. But I guess there's only one way to learn.
In other news, I'm not going to class. I'm fucking sleepy.
In OTHER other news, I'm cancelling my SG account within the next few days. I can't afford it. Boooo.
Chicago was amazing. The weather was amazing. My future house is amazing. The show was amazing. Mr. Submarine was amazing. My new creepers are amazing. Dapper Dan is amazing.
Then I came home. And now everything sucks again.
I realized when I was in Chicago that I have a lot to learn about... well... pretty much everything. This weekend, I felt like my small-town/suburban ignorance was getting the best of me. For instance, walking around at night scared the shit out of me and I was sure every time a guy walked by, I was going to get mugged. I felt awkward and uncomfortable smoking cigarettes inside a venue. In fact, it got to the point where I was going outside in the cold to smoke because I just didn't feel right ashing and throwing my cigarette butts on the floor. I was also really embarrassed whenever I spoke, because I always thought I sounded like a big redneck (especially when I said things like "Ya can't beat that with a stick" or "Hell's bells" or "Darlin'"). Oh, and who knew that oil on sandwiches was a common thing? I certainly didn't... and neither did my parents when I told them about it.
I'm so scared to move up there because of things like this. There's just so much I don't know or understand. But I guess there's only one way to learn.
In other news, I'm not going to class. I'm fucking sleepy.
In OTHER other news, I'm cancelling my SG account within the next few days. I can't afford it. Boooo.
i was smoking cloves inside the metro last year, and it did feel really weird. smoking indoors is such a novelty to me.