March 8, 2010
I would like to set a goal for myself and for anyone who wants to tag along. All this week I will listen to only happy music. I will admit I sold out and began listening to Never Shout Never, but that is only because I read his article in AP magazine (he seems like a really nice, incredibly cool person). Today is a start because I got off the bus and the spring feeling filled me up like a glass of water, washing away any bad feelings. The first song that popped into my head as I began to walk down the sidewalk was “This Is The End” by The Maine, so I sang the words to myself and smiled. It made me happy just hearing John Ohh’s voice inside my head.
It is about 63 degrees outside and sunny with a slight overcast sky and a cooling breeze. The best type of weather I would say: cardigan weather. – When I reached my front porch I found my dad sitting there reading a book. I walked into the house and smiled at the reflection of my wildly curly hair and then placed my copy of The Maine’s Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop album into my CD player. I have begun to think of music in seasons and I can tell you The Maine sound so much like spring. The grass is starting to green and small flowers coil around fences only to be picked up and set in little girls’ hair.
I received several hugs today from Trinh and Taylor and reminisced with M and A about our day yesterday gallivanting around the neighborhood. (We walked over to The Sweet Guy and picked up gelatos, stopped at two parks, had a duel with the plastic and wooden swords I brought over, were chased by our younger brothers on scooters, told jokes about Geico Car Insurance, and made a sanctuary.) School wasn’t so bad and thankfully my science class didn’t have to make up the quiz about electricity and whatnot.
Right now while I am still listening to The Maine I just want to run or have someone to dance with. I am really hoping to the goddess Athena and even the titan Cronus that something good will come of this weather. I need something good in my life that will lift these heavy spirits. There are too many people and good friends that I know who are extremely depressed right now. Who knows maybe Elisha from HOLY Mountain will introduce me to some cool people (who are NOT annoying and immature) who just get music. Or maybe nothing will happen and I will just talk to him with Jane after their show on the 22nd.
“She could be rainy days, minimum wage, a book that ends with no last page. Whoever she is, whoever she may be one thing’s for sure, you don’t have to worry.” – The Maine
March 5, 2010
First off, I can tell you that it is absolutely, positively impossible for me to get through a day without having one bad feeling. Having said that, I can also tell you this: I have made it through another treacherous week. There have been bad days, and for a while I had forgotten what that feels like, and good days (mainly good bus rides home). I have learned how to tell people they are annoying me in Latin and about a few mythological Greek demi-gods and kings and gotten a couple terrible grades in geography and science. So now I will go over the highlights and not so great parts of my week.
Sunday night I missed dinner because I was busy talking to Elisha of HOLY Mountain, a really great local band here, on AIM. Somehow we got to talking about music being expensive and money being tight. I told Elisha I would be at their show on the 22nd (at my favorite venue even) and he said to meet him after the show at their merch table and he’d give me a copy of their CD/demos. I thanked him but told him I already had a copy of it (I’ve listened to it a gazillion times) but he said he’d have a surprise for me anyway but I had to come get it. (Now this may sound creepy but I will remind you they are nice Christian boys and I saw them hug their dad at their last show inside the gymnasium of a church, mind you.)
On Monday I found out I definitely need glasses because I am near-sighted and will be ordering them as soon as I decide on the frames. By the time we left the eye doctor it was almost afternoon so my mom let me skip school.
Tuesday at school I had to make up some work in geography and missed one answer to get a grade of C. I found out Liz Lee had covered the song “The Funeral” by the Band of Horses on My Life As Liz, so I listened to the original version and found a download of Liz’s version as well. That night I asked my mom if she was happy and she listed off a lot of things that made her happy but also things that made her sad.
Today, Friday started out alright Latin was good like always, I tried and failed weekly the geography test. I left school and had a great bus ride home. I kept repeating, “Did I tell you I was a wizard?” My friends and I made up nicknames and now I shall be known as Rhimenosaurus. Afterwards, my dad and I picked up gelatos and I finally received my April issue of AP magazine in the mail. Up until now I was in a great mood then I found out My Chemical Romance had let their drummer, Bob Bryar go recently. Now I feel sort of unsettled.
And somehow I’m making it through this mess.