I am pretty excited. I bought some tickets to see The Antlers, and if you've even glanced at any of my other blog posts you'll know that I'm sickly obsessed with those people. From the youtube stuff that I've seen, they are excellent live. I remember thinking before I knew they were coming to where I live, "Look at all those people in the audience not even smiling... and they're watching The Antlers. I would kill to see them."
The Squirrel, my '93 Toyota Corola 5-speed, may or may not be able to handle 2 1/2 hour trek to the concert location. Well, I believe that it would make it, and I was gonna take it. However, my parents believe otherwise and are going to somehow let me borrow my dad's Toyota Camry (forgot the year.... can't be less than 2000) for the night.
But it's an automatic...
Bleh. I hate driving automatic cars now. I feel like it's way too easy and I start multitasking to the point where I forget what I'm really doing; driving.
It's really easy to be asocial in college. For me, anyway. I can go to class and run back to my apartment for safety at any time. I suppose that's a really great thing except that I'm not going to meet anyone this way.
I need to do something outside of this apartment. That is my goal for the week. I am going to make friends, danggit.
College so far has been pretty great. Exactly how I expected, but a little better. Living on my own in an apartment has been a blast. Here are a few highlights of my week.
-The pool at my apartment is way nice.
-The student teacher helping teach my Freshman Seminar class is amazing. Foreign, smart, and oh yeah, foreign.
-I drank this coke today that was really great.
-My lab partner in Chemistry is a smart guy who always knows what he's doing. (Thank you!)
I've been trying to be a little bit more positive (just kidding, I have a couple other blogs where I'm a total debbie downer), so here is my attempt.
The Gallery by Muse
Love this so much it's probably unhealthy.
A confession: I just wrote my first real check ever today in order to pay my rent. I looked at that check kinda blankly. Even though I've seen people write them, know what to write on them, and have done it before with fake checks, I wasn't really sure what to do. Thank you google and your infinite wisdom.
I can now drive a 5-speed without stalling out. I consider this a major accomplishment.
I can't stop listening to Plastic Beach. This is getting pretty scary. I started doing my college homework and it was stuck in my head so badly that I thought I was listening to it. Luckily I grabbed some headphones and now I really am listening to it, so I don't have to be delusional.
Maybe sometime I'll write something in this blog that is actually important. But maybe not. That's ok. I have many blogs.
So, I'm going back out to try to get better at driving my manual. The other day I drove around, it was pretty scary, but I think I can get it. I just gotta try it a couple more thousand times and I KNOW I'll have it down.
If you are like many people including myself, then you like to listen to albums all the way through and in order. It's really nice. It's good to get into the feel of one artist and just kinda sit there for a while, like going on vacation somewhere for a couple weeks then going home.
But you know what's really fun? Shuffle. When you haven't put your iPod, Zune, whatever, on shuffle in a while, try it. It's an adventure. And you realize what kinda awesome stuff you have on your iPod, and it's a complete surprise after every song. It's like opening Christmas presents. You may open a present and found you got some awesome socks (I dunno, I love getting socks for Christmas) , or that you got that new laptop you were dying for, or some chocolate that you really love.
So yup, try it.
Random songs that I forgot were on my iPod and found thanks to shuffle.
Just a song I think you should listen to. Simply because you should.
You find an album. This album is amazing in every way, and you wonder where it's been all your life. You never shut up about it, you dream about it, you wake up with songs stuck in your head from it, you learn how to play whatever you are capable of playing from it on the guitar, and you vocalize your love for it to the entire world (via Facebook, blogging, texting, ect.). This album was created a long time ago, way before you were, so you're mad that you didn't find it as soon as you were birthed.
You are hopelessly OBSESSED.
Then you find another album, love it, but not in the same way. This happens with say, another 20 or so albums.
A year or two passes and you have started stalking blogs like crazy, just to read about other people's angst and music preferences (the two best things to blog about, imo). You come across a post about a song from that album, The Album, the one that you went through so much brain trauma with. You listen to the youtube link--
You experience something similar to PTSD at this moment.
You want to drop everything in your life right now and marry this album, if possible. You look online to see if it is legal to marry an album of music. You get weirded out by the stuff you find when you search "is it possible to marry an inanimate object" and decide against it. However, you are now in a secret relationship with this music.
