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got a life that needs a serious lift
I'm currently experiencing the same panic that's been with me every night for a week now; I can only assume it's real life catching up with me. I knew this was going to be the semester that did me in, but now it's here and I should be picking up speed and instead I'm just paralyzed.
I need to make a decision about something; at this point I'm caring very little what that something is. Just, anything.
Nothing is really working right. The little things keep grating, probably because the big things are easier to ignore. When I was working at the library a girl nearby kept coughing, incessantly, and I was ready to lose it completely and might have if she hadn't left just as I got right up to the breaking point. Shouldn't I be able to let all these little things go?
Trying very hard to be positive, but it's just not working.
Tegan and Sara concert at the Iron Horse was the saving grace of the day. L and E and N and I trudged downtown after an unsatisfying dinner and crammed in on the open floorspace with all the spiky-haired, short-over-long-sleeved dykes. "I've never seen so many lesbians in one place before!" was E's reaction. "You've never been to an Ani concert," N replied wisely.
Tegan and Sara were better than both Ani concerts I've attended, for what it's worth, which isn't much as I was an Ani concertgoer far too late in her career. But first there was a sweet-faced guy with an acoustic guitar as the opening opening act; nice music, standard folky fare, not too long. I missed most of it as I was waiting in line for the bathroom. Opening act #2 was a geeky-looking foursome, The Brilliant Mistakes, who played mediocre pop music that was entertaining enough in its live incarnation. L and I mostly delighted in assigning the bandmembers names based on television characters we thought they resembled. The bass player, for example, wore a tight cowboy shirt, a la our favorite fictional Buddhist. I was immensely pleased.
Tegan and Sara finally came on, and my initial reaction was an oh wow they really are twins, since twins never cease to amaze and befuddle me. I mean, I couldn't imagine walking around knowing there was someone with the same face as me. But they are identical in their amazing level of attractiveness, and their between-song banter was most charming, and their performance outstanding. There is so much to be said for live music, but there's even more to be said for great live music in a small-scale setting like the Iron Horse. When you're ten feet from the stage it's easy to get absorbed, everything is more real, more all-sensory. Like it was stiflingly hot and everyone knows dykes use insufficient deodorants so it was smelly, and the stage was bright, the music was good and loud, the drums vibrated deep and strong in the center of me. The show ended, the lights came on, we gathered our coats and emerged into the refreshingly cold night, and I was full of that rare perfect exhiliration. It didn't last but it was good to have.
And it was determined that, for reasons unknown and inexplicable, Sara is just a bit hotter of the two.
I'm hungry, but I just brushed my teeth. Such dilemmas.
I need to make a decision about something; at this point I'm caring very little what that something is. Just, anything.
Nothing is really working right. The little things keep grating, probably because the big things are easier to ignore. When I was working at the library a girl nearby kept coughing, incessantly, and I was ready to lose it completely and might have if she hadn't left just as I got right up to the breaking point. Shouldn't I be able to let all these little things go?
Trying very hard to be positive, but it's just not working.
Tegan and Sara concert at the Iron Horse was the saving grace of the day. L and E and N and I trudged downtown after an unsatisfying dinner and crammed in on the open floorspace with all the spiky-haired, short-over-long-sleeved dykes. "I've never seen so many lesbians in one place before!" was E's reaction. "You've never been to an Ani concert," N replied wisely.
Tegan and Sara were better than both Ani concerts I've attended, for what it's worth, which isn't much as I was an Ani concertgoer far too late in her career. But first there was a sweet-faced guy with an acoustic guitar as the opening opening act; nice music, standard folky fare, not too long. I missed most of it as I was waiting in line for the bathroom. Opening act #2 was a geeky-looking foursome, The Brilliant Mistakes, who played mediocre pop music that was entertaining enough in its live incarnation. L and I mostly delighted in assigning the bandmembers names based on television characters we thought they resembled. The bass player, for example, wore a tight cowboy shirt, a la our favorite fictional Buddhist. I was immensely pleased.
Tegan and Sara finally came on, and my initial reaction was an oh wow they really are twins, since twins never cease to amaze and befuddle me. I mean, I couldn't imagine walking around knowing there was someone with the same face as me. But they are identical in their amazing level of attractiveness, and their between-song banter was most charming, and their performance outstanding. There is so much to be said for live music, but there's even more to be said for great live music in a small-scale setting like the Iron Horse. When you're ten feet from the stage it's easy to get absorbed, everything is more real, more all-sensory. Like it was stiflingly hot and everyone knows dykes use insufficient deodorants so it was smelly, and the stage was bright, the music was good and loud, the drums vibrated deep and strong in the center of me. The show ended, the lights came on, we gathered our coats and emerged into the refreshingly cold night, and I was full of that rare perfect exhiliration. It didn't last but it was good to have.
And it was determined that, for reasons unknown and inexplicable, Sara is just a bit hotter of the two.
I'm hungry, but I just brushed my teeth. Such dilemmas.
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