News for October 2010
How it usually is over here
I don’t want to study anymore
I miss that feeling of being in love.
The feeling that makes you do outrageous things, where you forget about being so self-conscious about yourself and act on passion alone. The one where I’m seeing her text pop up on my phone, and I try my best to keep it forever only to delete it because the inbox was full. Where I’d spend an hour proofreading a response before sending it back. Where I’m waiting hours for her to show up online and hoping she cares enough to strike up a conversation with me, and then trying desperately to keep that conversation going for as long as I could. That depressing feeling I get when that conversation would sometimes never happen.
It all makes me feel alive, the joy and pain that come with it. But where has it all gone?
Current Audio Orgasm: John Mayer – Edge of Desire
T-shirts were all I wore back in high school and most of my university days, until I evolved into wearing more complex styles like button up plaids and short-sleeves to signify a more ‘mature’ individual. These days, it’s rare for me to sport a tee by itself unless I’m lazy or I’m having one of those days where I just don’t care how I look. However, I might make an exception to my rule if I ever got my hands on these.
More from High Snobiety.
Five years later, I still want this
Saw this on Mark Hoppus’ blog. Reminds me of that late fall day when I was 17 where I came that close to walking away with it but chickening out in the end. Years later, the regret is still there.
While we’re on it
Look what came in the mail the other day. Photo skills and lighting suck I know, so settle down you camera snobs:
Now I’m just waiting for this and I’m set.
I just came back from an awesome concert experience tonight, watching Jack Johnson perform at Rogers Arena. Stoked, moved, awed, joy… there aren’t enough words to describe the audio orgasm I experienced.
Normally I don’t even comment on performances I watch. Heck, I don’t recall being so compelled as to comment on the Blink 182 concert I went to last summer. But tonight was different.
Music has and always will be a powerful element in my life. It’s been this way since I was six. Through music life makes sense to me. When I pick up an instrument and play, I let the pick do the talking. The greatest thing about Jack Johnson’s music is that his songs are about love. While my love life is virtually non-existent at the moment, love is this universal thing that even I can understand and experience once in a while. I remember listening to his songs for the first time and feeling like I just got slapped in the face.
If Blink 182 inspired me to pick up an electric guitar, then Jack Johnson would inspire me to pick up an acoustic.
During a time when I thought being a band was the only thing to do in order to enjoy playing, Jack Johnson reminded me that it was OK to play by yourself and that it was perfectly fine to play chords instead of trying to display impressive chops around people. Musically I opened up and became more multi-dimensional. As a person I grew up from being someone who was stuck in this whole ‘teenage love’ thing thanks to Blink, to a more evolved understanding of love.
I sound like a total dweeb right now, but just like how I was dancing the whole time during the concert and looking like an idiot, it doesn’t seem to matter to me when I do it. I’m just groovin’.