Friend and roommate go out to the bar for the night. Excellent! Time to turn up the music, pull out a bit of whiskey myself, and get some work done :) How are you all on this fine evening?
The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence,...– Why I Am A Male Feminist (via aliakbar01) this is an amazing article and I wish everyone I knew would read this. (via goldilockks)
Played soccer for the first time in a long time tonight. No complaints. Now, belting out Captain, We’re Sinking and writing some journal responses before I check out Midnight in Paris. Stoked.
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...– Ernest Hemingway (via musingsinfemininity)
I’ve worked my way through On The Impossible Past 40 since I acquired it, and I still am finding emotions and lyrics that resonate with me more than any album in a long time.
Sal, we gotta go and never stop going till we get there.” “Where we going,...– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via artgarfunkel-)
Midwest punk bands are the only ones that matter to me right now.
Finally getting around to listening to Samiam’s Astray. Studying in the Library and getting shit done. Two weeks until Spring Break. Not a bad day.
My roommate just turned 21. He’s one of the best guys I’ve ever had the honor of knowing. It’s certainly been a night. I may have been the only one to get drunk; whiskey definitely gets the job done. It’s a peaceful night outside. People were coming and going, yet I just sat outside, smoked my 3 cigarettes and thought my thoughts. Some, I say on here, and some, I keep to...
Roommate turns 21 in an hour and a half. Helping my other friend with his paper on Dante’s Peak,drinking that bottle of Jack, and jamming New Wave. Perfection.
But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she...– Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse Five (via andrewkokinakes )
Absolutely stoked that the one subscription database I’ve checked out for my literature review has an impressive amount of information on the Punk scene around the world. My topic might totally be plausible now!
I wish I had something profound or interesting to write about. Truth be told, not many interesting things have happened recently; I’ve been drinking too much, sleeping too little, and generally stumbling through life with no rhyme or reason. I need to find some consistency in something. Maybe I need to throw a wrench in the system that is my life and step outside my comfort zone.
Weekend’s over. Nothing much to report this time around; drank not enough whiskey, stayed up until the early hours of the morning, drank more coffee last night/today than I have in ages, missed Frank Turner. BUT, Banner Pilot this weekend/Roommate turns 21 on Tuesday/Need to step up and make some important life choices.
Coffee has been consumed. Cigarettes have been smoked. Nothington’s Borrowed Time is playing. Time to belt out this paper and read some Reinhold Niebuhr’s The Irony Of American History.
Can’t tell if hungover or just incredibly tired and bored.
3 A.M. Perfect time for a walk. Yes? Yes.
Awake, with a stomach full of coffee, whiskey, and Chinese food. I’d sleep, but then I run the risk of still being asleep between 11:30 and 12:30, when people are supposed to be coming to look at the house. That’d be awesome, waking up from a drunken slumber to strangers in my room, a bottle of Jack and empty Chinese containers strewn about my desk. Classy.
How much whiskey and cigarettes do I need to smoke/consume in order to sound like Chuck Ragan, Brian Fallon, or Ben Nichols? Too much? Probably.
So does anyone know the best way to go? Which road that I could take to get to Mexico? Cause I’m so sick of living in this ditch with only the memory in the back of my head.
I’ve acquired the works of Empire! Empire! (I Was A Lonely Estate) as well as The World Is A Beautiful Place And I Am Know Longer Afraid To Die. I am ready to cry.
There’s a half bottle of Jack with my name on it tonight. Punking the fuck out with Nothington, Banner Pilot, and The Lawrence Arms. It’s gonna be a good one.
Bank account just took a hit, but these next...
Bought tickets to see Banner Pilot and The Reaganomics this Friday La Dispute/Balance and Composure - May 6th Elway/The Holy Mess - March 17th The Menzingers/Cheap Girls/The Sidekicks/Captain, We’re Sinking - March 24th The Revival Tour - April 10th
Oh what I would give, not to stumble, but to...
wellsharpenedtongue: and I could substitute my singing for the sound of someone sleeping next to me
Buying so many tickets today.
There goes my money, but I’ll be damned if it’s not worth every cent.
Thinking about a late night walk. Just myself and my Ipod. Simplicity at its’ finest.
What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring...– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via lullabysounds)
I never thought we’d have to learn to doubt our friends….– The Horrible Crowes - Black Betty and the Moon (via robmcd7)
It’s Friday night. The lack of drunk blogging is saddening.
Missing all the festivities tonight. Friends ended up not being able to catch Frank Turner tonight, and I really don’t want to drive an hour and a half by myself as well as going to the show alone. No rad hangs, no late night Steak and Shake. So bummed.
Driving solo down to Normal for the Frank Turner show. Bummed/stoked.