skywisdom

Last week I was feeilng really depressed. Completely isolated and withdrawn. It didn't really show too well. And I'm not sure what triggered it. But, I think I have rebounded from it.
Lately, I've been doing well for myself. Instead of spending hours on the internet, I take my journal and text books and novels and go to coffee shops to write and read. Granted, at times i go to Soundgrounds using writing as an excuse to talk to the adorable barista behind the counter. Fucking cute hipster barista chicks are cliche for a reason, I'm telling you. But still, it's better than sitting at home cruising myspace for hours.

Last monday, I had an interesting discussion on the bus. It went like this:
Guy: Hey. hey!
Me: Oh! sorry? what's up?
Guy: Do you live in Goose Hollow?
Me: No...why?
Guy: Oh...do you like the Decemberists?
Me: Um, Yeah, I do.
Guy: Are you going to their concert tomorrow night?
Me: No, I didn't realize that's when they are playing.
Guy: Well, you see, I have a ticket, and I can't go. Do you want it?
Me: what?
Guy: Yeah, I mean if you like them...
Me: Well, they are one of my favorite bands, I'll definitely take them...what? Are you serious?

So I got to see the Decemberists play! For free! From someone I had never met before. And I ran into Marika from Cleveland in line. She was there by herself as well.
For all of you who don't know: The Decemberists rock. And they really, really shine when they are live. Colin Moley is a fucking rockstar in his one caliber. There was no bar between them and us, which allowed him to get right next to the audience when singing. I think Markia almost swooned when he seranded her. They rocked out with "The Perfect Crime ..2" and "Culling of the Fold" (A B-side) especially, and then ended with a rockin' 16 military wives. Colin is fucking amazing. Charismatic, endearing, and entertaining. And well dressed.
I actually felt kinda old in the audience, but right at home amidst the many scarves and corduroy jackets. It was a sea of indie-hipster kids, and actually a pretty great, receptive, non-violent audience.
The opening band was front-"manned" by an adorable, possibly drunk, well dressed lady, who kept shouting out "Romance!" and ranting about holograms and particles.
"Particle Romance! And peace on earth!" It was pretty cute.

I write scripts now. and comics. i wish I was a superhero sometimes. Or all the time. It's kinda funny. If I could be anything when I grow up, it would be a superhero. You'd think I'd try and be a fireman or something then, but fuck that. I want to fly around and shoot beams of ice or subdue evil-doers with my superhuman speed.
I'm a romantic. I'm trashing any semblance of "realism" I've ever had. Fuck cynicism. I'm not going to give up. I'm going to write, and I'm going to direct, and I'm going to act,. I'm not going to make a mediocre sum of money by sitting behind a desk. I'm not going to slow down when I turn thirty and bring up a family and meet the guys for a beer after work and go home and watch t.v. until I go to bed at 10. I'm not going to live selfishly blindly and selfishly.
Fuck, I'm doing it again, I'm just rambling. I need to collect myself.

The new Muse album rocks. especially Supermassive Blackholes.
Someone count how many I've used the term "rocks" in this blog?

Today at the coffee shop I was watching a little kid wander around while i was reading about developmental psychology. the child was quite endearing, and many of the clientele were taking notice in her. The cute barista took a perfect picture of the child holding squash with her camera phone. I was thrilled just to watch the other people's reaction to the child. She made everyone smile. I love watching human interaction. I refuse to make up story lines for people a la "Wonderboys". I consider it rude as hell; any person's life is far more intersesting and compelling than anything I could concoct. I just like watching people, trying my best to free myself of judgement. Just to take the time to enjoy human nature. I do believe in people.