I found this little blurb I wrote about the month of April just now and I felt like posting it finally. I feel the way I felt when I wrote this a lot. I'm busier now but the sentiments are the same. Just silly.
I am having a pretty bad day. It's a Friday night and I'm alone with my cat watching Never Been Kissed. I'm most looking forward to watching The Soup in a hour and that's about it. I have tequila but I ran out of margarita mix and my cat (aptly named Charlie Margarita Chaplin) just broke my last remaining margarita glass while trying to play with the straw coming out of it from last night's festivities. Last night's festivities were crying while watching Parenthood (Peter Krause and Lauren Graham dating?! Love it!) and writing drunken emails to the 50 year old man I'm in love with - I didn't send them, don't worry.
So other than that, I'm basically listening to music. My LastFm account tells me I listen to approximately 12 songs a day and I guess that's about right on an average day. In the past week I feel like it's three times that. It is the only thing that makes me happy in a lot of my days lately. My month has been an absolute dud. I am tired of April (is that the month we're in? I don't even know). I don't necessarily want it to be the fifth month of the year already but I really am sick of being stuck in this stupid month (only stupid because I'm so bored right now). I have nothing personally against April. I feel like I'm talking about a person.
Anyhow, school is winding down and I'm attending the New Jersey Folk Festival tomorrow on campus grounds here at Rutgers University. They're focusing on music from the Andes which should be really interesting. I don't know how much I'll actually watch but I'll certainly give it a try. Maybe I'll take a picture or something. Maybe I'll wear something snappy for no reason. Sorry, I have a very difficult time finding the point of many things - this has been a problem my entire life. I can't tell you how many times lately I've been standing in line at a store or cafe and just as I'm about to reach the front, change my mind and walk out. I can never make up my mind and I don't even have that many choices to make. Well, that's not true. As a human we all have a thousand choices to make every minute. I could shave my head right now and dye my skin green with Kool Aid or something. I chose to wear a yellow knit hat today and listen to The National nonstop. Those didn't seem like choices but they were. No one else I saw chose to wear a yellow knit hat.
I'm extremely exhausted of being around people and yet I feel so lonesome when I'm just sitting here doing nothing by myself. There's no happy medium it seems.
So that was then.
And now you might be asking yourself "well, what does the picture accompanying this post have to do with anything?" Well it doesn't but a few weeks ago I was walking the now Jersey Shore-infested Jersey Shore when I saw one of those wheel games where the prizes are all records - and one of the records was the audiophile version of The National LP! Fantastic. I couldn't help but take a picture and jump up and down. And notice the albums on either side: Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd? It is rightfully in legendary company.
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