Being honest, to me, has always been a sign of respect. I mean, it takes a lot to tell someone how you really feel, whether they achieve something important or whether they fuck up royally. I expect no less from people, because hey, that's how I always tried to work. So why is it that some people are quick to tell someone something honestly, but when you try to be honest with them, that isn't okay? It'd be interesting if it didn't piss me off so much. You can't demand honesty, give honesty, but then not be willing to take it in return. It can suck, yeah, but the truth can fucking hurt. Guess there's no pleasing some people. Bah. This applies to no one, i don't think. Wouldn't it be something if it did, though, & i became a huge hypcrite for not being honest about it?
This weekend should be called one of the worst for many reasons. And yeah, it did suck rather badly. Right now I've got the single largest bit of cabin fever a person can have, & I would gladly challenge anyone to a duel. But I don't think time will show it as nearly as bad. Burned CDs, came close to killing a neighbor or sixty (I should say also that this weekend saw me more legitimately pissed off than I think i've been before, which is another story I may or may not mention on here), & thought. Thinking is a very dangerous thing people take for granted. Tried to write, but writing when angry is also dangerous, because emotion can overload creation. Only exceptions to that seem to be poetry or monologues. But overall, at least as of now, this was an importantish weekend.
Radio went badly. All the shows go badly when I run the board, it seems like. This isn't my fault. This is because, for some reason, the gods of broadcast journalism pick MY time to cause technical difficulties beyond my control. In this case, the computer didn't work, which made a very (but potentially quite offensive) bit not work. And the phone in the studio seemed to ring constantly. Not with calls for us, but people calling the same wrong number, or some fucking idiot asking if the teacher was in, but never understanding the answer. This set the tone for the rest of the weekend. And to top it off, I had a "conversation" with a crazy woman at the bus stop immediately afterwards, about how Norwegians have no royalty & how tweakers are bad & the quote "I'm a good Christian, but fuck that cunt" got worked in by her. It wasn't what i needed. Then she walked off, in mid sentence, & CONTINUED to talk to no one as she walked away.
"I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That" by Meat Loaf is a criminally underrated song. Well, the edited version; since the full one is about 12 minutes, it gets tiring. It's just open ended enough to be taken as applicable to any kind of situation a person might face, romantically. I think the big knock has been that it's TOO open, which i could see, but I'm not looking for a lot of deep things from Jim Steinman, who's work is either fantastically theatrical or painfully bush league. The video, though, is the most tremendously awesome masturbatory thing ever, I love it. I remember seeing it when it came out & loving it because I was like seven, but thanks to YouTube I'm shocked it was so well done & overblown, not to mention how amazingly adult it was. Doesn't hold up at all, but I'm a Meat Loaf mark, though. God bless that fat, bombastic man.
I've finally figured out what the problem is I've been having, or what one of them is. I'm so proud of myself for it. HARD, hard solution, however.
This weekend should be called one of the worst for many reasons. And yeah, it did suck rather badly. Right now I've got the single largest bit of cabin fever a person can have, & I would gladly challenge anyone to a duel. But I don't think time will show it as nearly as bad. Burned CDs, came close to killing a neighbor or sixty (I should say also that this weekend saw me more legitimately pissed off than I think i've been before, which is another story I may or may not mention on here), & thought. Thinking is a very dangerous thing people take for granted. Tried to write, but writing when angry is also dangerous, because emotion can overload creation. Only exceptions to that seem to be poetry or monologues. But overall, at least as of now, this was an importantish weekend.
Radio went badly. All the shows go badly when I run the board, it seems like. This isn't my fault. This is because, for some reason, the gods of broadcast journalism pick MY time to cause technical difficulties beyond my control. In this case, the computer didn't work, which made a very (but potentially quite offensive) bit not work. And the phone in the studio seemed to ring constantly. Not with calls for us, but people calling the same wrong number, or some fucking idiot asking if the teacher was in, but never understanding the answer. This set the tone for the rest of the weekend. And to top it off, I had a "conversation" with a crazy woman at the bus stop immediately afterwards, about how Norwegians have no royalty & how tweakers are bad & the quote "I'm a good Christian, but fuck that cunt" got worked in by her. It wasn't what i needed. Then she walked off, in mid sentence, & CONTINUED to talk to no one as she walked away.
"I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That" by Meat Loaf is a criminally underrated song. Well, the edited version; since the full one is about 12 minutes, it gets tiring. It's just open ended enough to be taken as applicable to any kind of situation a person might face, romantically. I think the big knock has been that it's TOO open, which i could see, but I'm not looking for a lot of deep things from Jim Steinman, who's work is either fantastically theatrical or painfully bush league. The video, though, is the most tremendously awesome masturbatory thing ever, I love it. I remember seeing it when it came out & loving it because I was like seven, but thanks to YouTube I'm shocked it was so well done & overblown, not to mention how amazingly adult it was. Doesn't hold up at all, but I'm a Meat Loaf mark, though. God bless that fat, bombastic man.
I've finally figured out what the problem is I've been having, or what one of them is. I'm so proud of myself for it. HARD, hard solution, however.
Ever find it funny how misery loves company but happiness breeds contempt?
Anyone who ever doubts my heart is in the right place is fucking wrong. I stand by that. One of the few things I know about myself is that i've got a good heart & am fiercely loyal to those i care about. I count those as one thing, because to me they go hand in hand.
And with that, i'll stop here. Does ANYONE want to do anything this week? Doesn't need to be anything special. I have no idea how many people even read this, but what the hell, right? Four people did last time, & i like them, so yay. Hit a brotha up.
Oh & reccommend me music. I need more. The neighbors seem to hate the new LCD Soundsystem. So it's in constant rotation.
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