Been having one of those days where I think about how old I am. 23 isn't exactly ancient, sure, but still...where the hell has the time gone? 23 years old is two years away from being 25, and that's FIVE YEARS FROM BEING 30. And just...I want to do things. Things that should be accomplished in my twenties. I'm sure when I hit 30 I'll have a list of things I'll want to do within that decade as well, but for now the time is ticking for my 20s.
I guess I should specify--this is not stuff like...Get a college degree, get a job. These are things that exist outside of the daily humdrum of life. I don't want to look back at my twenties and only see "oh, I did a lot of school work" or "oh, I got a part time job and paid some bills."
Here's a list of shit I'd like to see in addition to that, shit that I'd like to do with all of you lovely people:
Write and produce a radio play
Make a poorly filmed horror short. And I mean really poorly filmed--crashing through the trees in our sneakers, shaky cameras, flailing in the night kind of shit.
Writer's Retreat//Road Trip, though they can be separate things
48 hour gaming session. I did it when I was ten, I should be able to do it in my 20s.
Learn a random a skill or craft
I'm sure there's more, but I have a nasty habit of going too big with my ideas, so I'm keeping it at five. I am dead serious about all of these things, so if any of them interest you, let me know!
I don't know if you all recall, but a few weeks ago I went to the ER for lower abdominal pain. Well, since they couldn't find anything, it's still a thing. It's a manageable twinge of pain that comes and goes.
But, good news! I have narrowed the causes of my pain to two sources: stress, or more likely, voodoo magic.
The problem is that I have no idea who I pissed off and who has access to magic powerful enough to make a very effective voodoo doll of me. So I suppose this means I have to get to New Orleans to find someone to help me break this curse, since I can't find who has the doll and convince them to stop. Road trip anyone?
Or you know, I could take up yoga or something to help me decompress, since despite my wishes for voodoo curses; this is definitely stress. Except, I don't like yoga. And I messed up my back...again.
I do however like to make coffee and sit in cemeteries, contemplating life. But it's getting too cold to spend my weekends there. I woke up to snow on my car this morning and I don't have waterproof gloves. I mean I don't drive my car on a daily basis, but as I stood in the kitchen, looking at my snow-covered car and making coffee, I realized I am not ready for winter.
To be honest, I am not ready for a lot of things. But I am not going to get into that again. We have had this conversation many times. None of us are ready for anything. But it's cool. We'll get through this, together.
I just gotta keep it together in the meantime, which some days is easier said than done. I've explained this at length to Trisha, and I don't think it's something I should discuss on the rather public forum.
I had the realization yesterday that I kinda miss writing papers. None of my classes this semester require papers, and it's kinda killing me. Semester-long group projects are the bane of my existence.
In any case, I am not sending out a distress signal, for once. This is just a signal. Just a friendly little tap on the shoulder, to remind you all that I am, in fact, alive and I am thinking about you all.
This song has been on loop in the background because it makes me think of, in Trisha's words "kickin' ass and chewing glass" so I've been stomping around campus listening to it
Also, are you guys familiar with Necropolis by Jake Wyatt?
It's this pretty badass webcomic that's in the making. It's about a girl who goes around kickin' ass, she goes by Third Sword, which is her title not her name. I want to cosplay as her so badly.
What most of society fails to grasp is that the Dutch are, in fact, bastards. Sure, in recent history they are seen as lovely people with weed and holidays celebrating the color orange. But that is actually just a facade, penance for a past of bastard-dom. You see, back when all of the countries were playing "Gimme Gimme" with all of the less-established countries, The Dutch were hollowing out the land of their colonies and exploiting the people who lived there. Sure, they don't do that anymore. But the moral of this story is that you probably shouldn't fuck around with the Dutch because not only will they get you back, they will shit on your bed, and take your lunch money too.
Anyway, I figured since no one has posted in a long-ass time, I would post and rant about The Dutch (most of my facts have been gleaned from my directing major roommate).
The school year has started (weird being a senior and shit, I imagine this is how you guys felt last year) and I am like already behind. I don't even know how the fuck that happened.
I dropped the ball somewhere. I do not think that I know all of the things that I need to know.
I am so overwhelmed and all I want to do is sit in The Bunker and binge on homemade trail mix and Netflix.
I hate that everytime I talk to you guys I am just like ranting and complaining and panicking (well I mean the summer posts were fine) about shit that is beyond control.
Even though it's only Wednesday, I think that The Bunker and I are going to crash through the Gate of Alcoholism (Trisha understands this reference).
I have been putting off writing to you because so much has happened, I don't even know where to begin.
I have packed so much life into July, it's killing me. But in a good way?
The Bunker has gone camping (probably my first and last camping trip), went to the West Virginia Penitentiary, went caving about 40 stories below the surface of the earth, got our gay pride on at the parade and at an intense bar crawl, went to the Flight 93 National Memorial, and went to Fallingwater.
Additionally, on Tuesday of last week, Ryan and I drove to Atlanta and back within a 36 hour timeframe and nearly fucking died. Straight up, that was honestly one of the dumbest things I have ever done.
Things I have learned from driving a great distance in a short amount of time:
never estimate the power of a well-mixed driving mix
always have a co-captain
for the love of god stop if you are tired
drink shit tons of water, you might be unhappy, but you are awake
have so many CDs, so many more CDs than you think you need
that construction worker's thermos I bought for $1 from a garage sale keeps coffee hot for 30 hours
roll down the window, a few seconds of fresh air does wonders
protein man, protein all the way for a sustained energy boost, sugar leads to crashes.
stop and eat a protein filled breakfast one hour before the sunrises because it wakes you up and then the sun is up
The Carolinas fucking suck
Tennessee is pretty great
The "Run and Scream" method kinda translates over to this
For the record like 20 minutes has passed because aside from listing all of the things that I have done, I am not sure how to like talk about them. So I've been sitting in the kitchen, drinking and watching my housemates make preparations for Sushi Sunday.
Trisha is popping in tomorrow for a week. I am very excited to see her. I also took the week off from work, which is awesome because that job is beginning to crush my soul. I like the people, but giving the same tour over and over in the heat is dumb as hell.
I realize that I am going to get a lot of "WHAAAA? Tell me" comments upon posting this. But those will give me some direction in where to begin.
So as you all know, I've been livin like a fat cat in the city since April. It's been great. I've been unemployed and living off of my savings, doing the occasional odd massage/dogsitting job, and my federal tax return. I've pretty much just been paying my own bills+groceries. Mike's been handling... p.much every thing else. WHICH IS GREAT and he never minded because he'd have been spending as much anyway. Probably more because he doesn't cook.
ANYWAY. The joyful days of lazing in the sun with my dog had to come to an end. Thanks to My Good Friend Rachelle, I had a bomb-ass resume with which to sprinkle across the internet because fuck it I aint goin to all yall stores. LONG STORY SHORT I got one of the gigs. I am going to be working the same schedule all week erryweek so I am giving it to you guys so that chu know.
Mon- OFF
Tues- OFF
Wed- 3:30-9:30
Thurs- 3:30-9:30
Fri- 3:30-9:30
Sat- OFF
Sun- 2-8
IT IS SUPER EASY FOR ME TO GET DAYS OFF IF I HAVE ADVANCE NOTICE. Include me in everything forever sob.
Also if you wanna do something let me know because seriously, I drive to the suburbs all the time. Don't think that because I live a half hour away, I aint gonna drive down to see you. 8C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you should totes come and sleep over too because I am a great hostess.
I'm really excited for this job and my coworkers are super cute and chill. I have guaranteed hours, with guaranteed pay. This is a much healthier environment than my last job.
MUSIC TIME:
I saw Ripley Caine and the Full Moon at a street fest this week and they were delightful, my goodness.
I don't like packing. I like having stuff. But I don't like packing. I like the idea of being a nomad with all the things I need strapped to my back. But I have too much stuff to be a nomad.
The semester is over. Thank God. I do not think that I would have been able to survive another week. I might have snapped, but that kinda happens at the end of every semester.
Tomorrow my parents are picking me up and I am going to DC for a week. I'm mostly excited because this means that someone else will be taking care of me for a bit. Like groceries will exist without me having to get them. There will be a TV and internet and I am not expected to do shit. But like if I wanted to go somewhere, I can take the metro.
On the 18th or so, I will drive back to Pittsburgh since Adam is graduating. I figured I should be there for that, even if he's not at all excited about it. I can be excited enough for the both of us I suppose.
HERE IS THE EXCITING PART:
I will be in Chicago from the 21st of May to the 28th. I know it's not a long amount of time. But I have to be back in Pittsburgh on June 1st to move into The Bunker and then work starts on the 3rd. I got a job working in the Office of Admissions giving tours to perspective students.
But maybe you guys could come and visit me at some point this summer. I could show you the amazing sights of Pittsburgh....all 6 of them. You could also meet nearly everyone that is living in The Bunker next year (Fielding, Ryan, Andrea, and Kuhn).
So yeah, that's the quick update into my life. Nothing too crazy.
Also here is a song that Fielding got me hooked on.
Go to the graduation fair, they said. Go to the graduation fair where the only people who want to be there less than you are the people running it.
No but seriously.
I picked up my cap and gown and crap today, so I guess this ceremony thing is going to happen whether I like it or not. I still have mixed feelings--I didn't care much about the ceremony in high school, and I know college is a bigger deal and all that jazz but...Meh. It's probably going to be hot and awful and I swear if it goes over 2 hours I'm gonna be p i s s e d.
The sentiment is surprisingly more common than I thought, so I guess there's that. Solidarity and all that.
Other than the whole finishing undergrad at last business, I haven't been up to much. The weather is getting nicer, my health issues for the past six months seem to have finally worked themselves out, and who knows maybe I'll start working on the whole losing weight thing while trying to find some form of employment. At this point I'd be pretty solid with A Job, if not The Job, because I don't think I'm old enough or have been exposed enough to even know what The Job would ideally be. Maybe it's stupid on my part, but if I manage to get A Job that allows me to work in some form or other in my field (whether directly through A Job or through internships and programs and whatever) then I think that might actually be okay, you know, for now. Maybe even preferable. I just graduated college for goodness sake; why rush to get tied up in something else? Bills. Loans. So long as those get paid...Do what you want, right? ...Right?
Oh man, I'm not cut out for this adult shit, have some music:
I don't know who these people are but they popped up on Pandora like a million times last week and I guess I kind of like them so far.
Also there are angry nesting geese all over campus and it's like an invasion and they're pretty awful they had to put a sign up to warn people because they're all like I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL AND REND YOUR FLESH MAYBE NOT IN THAT ORDER. So glad I don't live there anymore.
For those of you with Steam/those of you with an interest in wicked sweet games: have you yet to experience the Humble Bundle? The glorious bundle where you get mad games for wicked cheap. Please investigate it. They are doing something new, a weekly sale, and this week's item is Bastion. I mentioned it a while ago, and it is a pretty sweet game, and also relatively easy.
Ugh, just watch the trailer:
The Humble Bundle (http://www.humblebundle.com/weekly) lets you get this game for ONE DOLLA. If you pay the average price ($2.62 at the time of posting), you also get BONUS CONTENT. It is totally worth it. Mega cheaps.
As far as adventures go, I have been up to absolutely nothing. I did nothing glorious over the last spring break I will ever have. No sir, I got a cold and I worked 8 hour days the whole week. Grandpa's also not doing so well either. Repeated head trauma has rapidly increased the rate of his (impending) memory loss. He's still got long term memory going on, but short term is severely limited. He doesn't hold conversations anymore. It's difficult; he is not the same person. Things are difficult.
Some Nicolas Cage brought a little light back into my life, though. Cage match. Hoy's. Things aren't so bad. Not bad at all. Impending debt, uncertain future, and here I am feeling better.
What's the deal with that?
Bonus music Tuesday:
(Pomplamoose is French for grapefruit, or so I have heard).
And so ends my spring break. It was not as beautiful and perfect as last spring break. I would classify this one as odd, but maybe in a good way.
It started with drag queens driving a bus through the Australian outback. Yes, I saw Priscilla Queen of the Desert, but not the movie with Hugo Weaving and Guy Pierce (though I have been informed that I need to see that too). Oh no, I went to a classy fucking stage production in the Cultural District of Pittsburgh. It was incredibly classy, even from the nosebleeds I still enjoyed the show. The costumes were amazing and I loved watching a bunch of men in drag sing "It's Raining Men." It was truly a beautiful show. We would watch the movie together, though I have no idea when that will be.
And then 6 guys from Yale sleeping in my living room Saturday night. Only one of those men I had actually met prior to this event. And I had met him like 3 times. Tom is his name, and he's The Boy's best friend from high school. Tom and his friends would've stayed at The Boy's place, but The Boy and his friends had already left for their driving adventure down to Florida for break. So Tom and his friends (who were all lovely) stayed at my place instead. You can follow their escapades on Tom's website (tomdec.com). I honestly don't know how well they slept crammed in my living room. I am sad that I did not get a picture of that. But they went to bed after I did and rose before I did.
After that, my spring break became a haze of coffee and paying for parking. My housemate Molly let me borrow her car for break, but I had to pay to park it. So rather than pay to park it, I got up at like 7AM before the meters starting running and would drive around finding adventure. And I would drag Ryan along. He and I decided to go to every local coffee place that we could find and rate the mochas. We created a rather intense system of rating each coffee and we intend on continuing to rate all of the mochas we can find.
We also went to the National Aviary to see some birds. Ryan and I really enjoyed seeing the Bald Eagles. It was so American that we each shed a single manly tear to gaze upon their majestic forms. We also saw a sloth (not a bird, I know). But I think the most terrifying part was that we helped feed some of the birds in the "Wetlands" section. And OH MY GOD THEY SWARMED! I got like hit in the head by a low flying bird. They were everywhere, staring at us with those dead eyes, waiting for the food to be found.
There was this one bird though, this freaking bastard that literally chased Ryan and I out of the exhibit earlier. It puffed up and cawed like ti was summoning demons from hell to eat our souls. It had googly eyes that did not google. They simply stared, waiting. Waiting for the opportune moment to be a dick. Like when I was distracted by birds flying at my head, this little shit lands on the seat next to me and starts biting my leg!
And I couldn't kick the damn thing away because the bird lady who was running the feeding thing was right in front of me. So I endured it. But man, I hate that bird so much!
Other memorable moments include watching the New Pope getting announced in a sports bar in the middle of the afternoon. There were like 10 people there, mostly employees, and 15 TVs all of them showing sports, except one. One TV had the Pope on it. So the three of us sat glued to that TV waiting for the Pope to arrive. Everyone else was watching sports. This is my life.
Another moment was in the Pittsburgh Science Center, there was a roller coaster simulator. A 80 year old guy was running it and since it was a Wednesday afternoon, no one was there. So Ryan and I get in it. And the guy is like "NOTHING IN YOUR POCKETS!!" so we complied and I now know why. That simulator threw us around like rag dolls. Sure, we were strapped in and harnessed, but even a coaster flipping upsidedown means that you are going somewhere. And because it was a simulator, the image we saw was just a projection of a real coaster ride. So when it flipped us, my hair freaking eclipsed half the screen.
I should also note that throughout the whole ride, I am cackling like a madwoman because I find it hilarious. Meanwhile, Ryan is freaking the crap out.
So the first ride ends and the guy opens the pod thing and says "Do you wanna ride a real coaster?"
The answer of course is "YES!"
And so he closes it back up and this time instead of a real roller coaster being projected. This is something out of Roller Coaster Tycoon, shitty graphics and physics defying loops and all.
Right before we go down the first hill, I look over to Ryan and go "Have you heard of the Euthanasia Roller Coaster?"
He still hates me for that.
And then in the pod, just as we plunge down, a weird mash up of "California Girls" by the Beach Boys and "Dani California" by the Red Hot Chill Peppers starts playing. And I start to laugh.
Ryan is scarred for life now. I'm a little bit proud.
Onto the not so awesome things about break:
I spilled half of a cider onto my laptop.
But God for my cat-like reflexes because my first thought after "Oh shit!" was "FLIP IT!" So I flipped my computer over, dumping all of the liquid onto my bed. Yes, my bed. Onto the sheets I had just laundered. (I also slept on those sheets for two days before I got around to washing them again).
Thankfully, Katy and Ryan swooped in and saved the day with a mini screwdriver and a fan. So when I ressembled my computer and turned it on 24 hours later, it did in fact turn out and run fine (aside from some sticky keys). BUT then I noticed after about 20 minutes of use that half of Sebastian (laptop) was getting really hot, but the other side was cold. So I was like damn. And I took it to the Apple Store, where they convinced me that I had fried my logic board and it would cost minimum of $200 maximum $800 to fix.
BUT HA TO THEM. I just screwed up my top case (which is the bit that has the keyboard). And it cost less than $250 (not by much, but still).
I actually just got my computer back today. I had to go like 3 days without it, which was much harder than I thought it would be. I wandered around my house, going "WTF did I do with my time before I had a computer?" Answer: Not much.
That answer is also correct for the question: "how much work did I do over break?"
So in the meantime, I am playing catch up so hard. Which really sucks, but I can't bring myself to completely regret my spring break. Sure there were bad parts with people I didn't want to deal with. But there were mochas and eagles and drag queens.
But yes, that was my spring break in a nutshell.
NOW I DEMAND THAT YOU FILL ME IN ON YOUR LIVES!! TELL ME TELL ME!!
Also, this is a really really awesome song. He was the merch guy for the Murder by Death concert I saw. AND he also opened for the opener.
So despite snow storms and having to unearth my car at the crack of dawn this morning just to get to class, I feel like Spring is in the air. Renewal mixed with nostalgia, you know? (renewal in that it was kind of warm today, all things considered, and nostalgia because I found Sailor Moon on the internet a few days ago and have been revisiting some old books and I keep thinking Hey! I'm going to see Those People I Like soon!)
Though I don't think a lot of our spring breaks match up and not everyone is coming home for break.
STILL! Spring break means we're closer than ever to summer break and then
AND THEN
I think we ought to have a gathering. With food and drink and maybe it can be outside and it will be lovely.
School's going alright--this semester is the first time I'm taking less than the maximum amount of credits and holy crap how have I been doing this all this time I don't even
But I think my lack of classes miiiight have had a negative impact on my motivation to like, do anything. Oops?
And sadly I think my plans to head off to ye olde Baltimore are going to have to be postponed, cuz I keep having mild panic attacks about debt and I don't think having to pay rent and whatnot is going to help that at all. AT ALL. And waking up in the middle of the night with the crushing weight of all the things I need to pay back doesn't strike me as horribly healthy.
But one day it'll be okay.
Sigh.
All things considered, not doing too bad. Pretty excited for April's Camp Nano (and if you've been too intimidated to do Nano in November cuz of the whole 50k words thing, try Camp Nano! They've adjusted it so you can set your own word count goal so long as it is at least 10k AND you can do scripts for like screen plays and stuff).
MOTIVATION.
(also, anyone got any good book recommendations? I AM LE BORED)
The third floor of Club Hunt (aka the library) is the quiet study floor, where silence is absolute and completely enforced. There are cubicles on this floor where I hide when I need to actually do work, or not be bothered by people, or both.
And I must say the graffiti on these cubicles makes me wish I understood Korean. At least I think it's Korean that is written on this particular cubicle.
Here are some of my favorite bits of graffiti on this desk:
(different typefaces indicate that a different person responded)
"Why are these cubicles shaped like swastikas?"
"'Cause it's a concentration camp."
"What did Cinderella say when she got to the Ball?"
- "She didn't she was busy studying"
An arrow is pointing to some used gum, "Take the fingerprints to find out who it was!"
"Can't spell STUDY without STD"
"Or without STUD" "Or....duty?"
There is also an elaborate drawing of someone dead on top of a pile of work. Ahh CMU, you crazy bastard.
In regards to how I am doing, I feel like this anecdote accurately sums up my life:
There is a 50 cent soda machine on campus that I like to frequent. It has the normal selection of cans of soda, but is also has Mystery Diet Soda, which means you could get a can of Diet Cherry Coke one day and a can of Diet Sprite the next. You will get what the Diet Soda Gods think you deserve!
Anyway, I needed some caffeine like nobody's business, so I went there. And The Diet Soda Gods gave me Diet Root Beer.
No caffeine. Whatsoever.
But it's cool. It's totally fine. I am just gonna keep going.
Just keep going. That's the plan. And it's working out pretty okay. Provided that I only think 24 hours to a week in advance. Much beyond that and we have problems.
In the short term things are looking up. A paper that I devoted my entire weekend to got pushed back 48 hours. The one time I was actually good and did things ahead of time, I get an extension and the class canceled tomorrow. (I'm not gonna lie, I had to stop myself from screaming in the library when I got that email) My housemates and I are bonding this semester (don't get me wrong they are still messy and it's killing me) but we're doing stuff together. Like last night we went and did hooka (my first time :D) And I believe there are plans to go to Sig Ep's 90s Party dressed as the Spice Girls (there are five of us). I'd be Ginger Spice. (I recently acquired a red party/cocktail dress from Goodwill for $4). And I might have a house off campus to live in next year with my friends. I am excited.
And on Friday, Sarah is visiting me on her way through town. She and John are driving out to DC since Sarah is moving out there for work. That should be nice.
Provided I don't think about the larger implications of that statement. Like how I am gonna have to pack up all of my stuff and put it somewhere, storage probably until I get my own place, make my own home.
I have too much stuff to be a nomad.
Find a job. Be an Adult. At the very least get a damn internship for the summer. Where? Who knows. There's a design firm in NYC looking for a writer. I could do that. Or not.
BUT
Now is not the time to panic. Now is the time to just breathe and make it through the week, the month, etc. It's only about a month until Spring Break then the panic may conmmence.
In the meantime, I will sit in my "concentration camp" and drink my Diet Root Beer.
The Diet Soda Deities Have Spoken!
EDIT: I let my housemate dye the underside of my hair purple
Gah, it's a dismal day outside. Here's some rainy day tunes to go with my post.
I slept through my alarm this morning. This is odd for two reasons. 1. My alarm is set on my phone which sleeps with me in the bed all night next to my ear for the sole purpose of avoiding sleeping in, and 2. I've been having this terrible insomnia lately which means I'm usually up way before my alarm anyway.
So imagine my surprise when my second alarm goes off at 9:15am and I'm still in bed, feeling rested for the first time in...a week? Or has it been two weeks? Time has been weird so who knows. I think it's the rain. Rain always soothes me, and despite the fact that it was the most beautiful snow a few days ago (and spring the day before that), suddenly it was raining. People blame global warming, but I still think I'm a weather goddess. Before I realized that my mood was INCREDIBLY weather sensitive, I used to think that the weather was actually responding to my mood instead of influencing it. And now, even though I'm apparently an adult about 90 days from the adult world, I'm starting to go back to that line of thinking. Maybe the weather is so crazy erratic because my mood has been so crazy erratic. It was snowing these fat, happy contented flakes when I was feeling at peace, then the next day that gave way to sun and warm weather, just when I was feeling happy and optimistic. Now though, after another battle with insomnia, I'm beginning to feel doubtful, and a little bit afraid.
It's always the odds and ends of thought that keep me awake, things I can't change or don't understand or both. Death. My future. Things I've done wrong that haven't caught up to me yet. Things I've done wrong that I haven't even realized. Loneliness.
I've tried self-medicating a bit, but I don't like the way Z-quil makes me feel, and I'm totally unwilling to try anything harder. I've started doing yoga before bed and meditating, which helps some, but mostly I've been camping out on my couch. I do too much work and homework on my bed, which I know psychologically makes it harder for you to sleep in your own bed (because it becomes a place you associate with work and stress instead of rest), so I've started using a desk for the first time in years, pressed up against my bedroom window. But mostly I've been couching it up, watching movies on Netflix where everyone is more stressed than I am until the weight of everyone else's heavy burdens push me down to sleep. Some times this happens at 2:00am, sometimes it happens at 6:00am. After four or so hours of sleeping and dozing I wake up and start my day.
I've never considered myself an anxious person, but I know it's mostly anxiety that's keeping me up. Again, there's no way I'm taking meds for that (I don't even use shampoo anymore because I'm that wary of chemicals; thanks for the help in finding alternatives by the way Trish!). So I'm hoping talking about it with you guys, or at least sharing it with you, will help take some of the burden off.
Some of it is coming from too much work/homework and not enough time.
Some of it is coming from sadness over having to graduate and say good bye to my friends. And of course the uncertainty surrounding my future.
Some of it comes from (GOOD NEWS ALERT) the fact that I got the Alaska job as a horseback guide! Which I'm am thrilled about but also sooooooo incredibly nervous about. Is it childish of me to run off to Alaska and ride ponies for five months? How will this help me get a future career? What if I'm putting off finding a real job, and thus I never get one? How will this help me pay off my loans? Should I just stay in Chicago and work in the bookstore? What if what if what if?
Not a whole lot to say at the moment, to be honest. Classes are going alright, the end is in sight (I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO THAT CEREMONY), and if they push back the BioShock: Infinite release date one more time I'm going to scream.
BUT ANYWAY.
I need music. But a certain kind! But not the kind I can just tap into a search engine and hope for the best for, because it's an idea rather than a genre, so I am asking you lovely folks for ideas.
What kind of music belongs in a playlist called "Urban Decay?"
GO.
DO ME PROUD.
Though I will still love you if you can't think of anything.
...Probably.
Note: music does not need to be The Birthday Massacre or even The Birthday Massacre-esque. Which is why trying to use Pandora can prove difficult, since they get a little *too* into the genre and I'm aiming for variety. Also interested in seein' what y'all can come up with :)
It is far too early in the year for such unpleasant thoughts. It's too early for all-nighters. It's too early for next semester. Or the summer for that matter.
It's just too early.
I'm not ready. Count to ten, a hundred, even six million and I still won't be ready.
All the good hiding spots have been taken.
Man, first post of the new year and it's such a downer (as per usual).
So here is a music video that I really rather like.
