Things I Did & Stuff
May. 30th, 2022 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
takethisforexampleSometimes I feel I've neglected this place since I don't write as frequently as I used to. But honestly, I think I'm only neglecting myself. I haven't written enough to know if I have gotten out of shape or not. The lack of entries bothers me, especially since a lot is happening.
Right now I'm at my parent's house because we are going to Georgia on the 1st through 5th for August's graduation from SCAD. I am feeling apprehensive, since the last time I had to take the grueling 12-hour road trip with my parents (in 2020) it did not go well. I came back up yesterday to fix my car and hang with Vincent, and still I almost regret it because even though I'm here I wish I wasn't. It's just my mom. Same old story. I don't want to be around her. Big surprise. I'm not here to bitch though. Some interesting stuff happened to me recently, at least "interesting" in terms of this journal.
I went back to Dream Lake and swam last week, which felt good. The water is still very cold and it isn't teeming with sounds and movement like it is later in the summer, but the flora is returning at its own pace. I saw some dragonflies and aquatic beetles when I was there. I swam for a short while too, which took the edge off and relieved my tender muscles after that Exploited concert. I didn't talk about that much either, but I sang on stage at this one. Another weird little memory to possess. That was a fun show. I made a friend named Greg sent me a list of bands I need to listen to. He is going to be at the Dead Kennedys show at Anchor Rock Club next weekend. I get free tickets there because my radio station works with them, and I invited my dad to that show for his birthday. It will be a weird overlap of my family and college friends, you know, who are at least old enough to be my parent. I'm sure poor Dad will be confused.
I went to another show on the 27th... in a cellar. In the middle of rural, middle-of-nowhere New Jersey. It was this dude's massive property with a dirty white house and a bright red outdoor cellar... the kind for tornadoes or nuclear fallouts or something. Bizarre. The host, Guttz, is an elusive and peculiar DJ from WLFR who plays all sorts of punk and underground metal and stuff. I shadowed him when I was training and he said hardly anything the entire two hours- just me staring wide-eyed at this man spinning vinyl on the air like a madman. The dude is a myth and hosts punk shows in the middle of nowhere in a cellar for fuck's sake. Johnny and I have been become tighter recently and he sent me the flyer to this particular show. It was only 20 people or so waiting outside Guttz's cellar and it felt more like a family barbeque than a show. The bands were tight, and so was the crowd. It was so loud down there, the bands all played on the ground (of course) next to the Round-Up and gardening tools. Possibly the best part of it was this young girl- 6 and a half- running the mosh pit in her little sparkly pink Doc Martens. She was so energetic and confident, and had these awesome parents who I talked to a bit. They raise their kids in the subculture and while many may judge their decision I don't think I've ever seen a kid that happy without an iPad in their hands. I made friends with her and she showed me a dead snake.
Maybe it just got away from me briefly but writing about things makes me feel more whole. I'm in a good place right now, aren't I? I like being okay with life moving and changing.
So yeah that's what is up. Since I'll be in Georgia I'll probably write more. It will be an interesting, hopefully pleasant, week.
Also, I'll take this opportunity to brag about my final grades this year.
Semester 1:
A A A- B+
Semester 2:
A A A- A-
Nearly straight As, somehow. Not that it means anything at all, no... Not to me! I'm too punk to care about grades! Totally... :-)
Right now I'm at my parent's house because we are going to Georgia on the 1st through 5th for August's graduation from SCAD. I am feeling apprehensive, since the last time I had to take the grueling 12-hour road trip with my parents (in 2020) it did not go well. I came back up yesterday to fix my car and hang with Vincent, and still I almost regret it because even though I'm here I wish I wasn't. It's just my mom. Same old story. I don't want to be around her. Big surprise. I'm not here to bitch though. Some interesting stuff happened to me recently, at least "interesting" in terms of this journal.
I went back to Dream Lake and swam last week, which felt good. The water is still very cold and it isn't teeming with sounds and movement like it is later in the summer, but the flora is returning at its own pace. I saw some dragonflies and aquatic beetles when I was there. I swam for a short while too, which took the edge off and relieved my tender muscles after that Exploited concert. I didn't talk about that much either, but I sang on stage at this one. Another weird little memory to possess. That was a fun show. I made a friend named Greg sent me a list of bands I need to listen to. He is going to be at the Dead Kennedys show at Anchor Rock Club next weekend. I get free tickets there because my radio station works with them, and I invited my dad to that show for his birthday. It will be a weird overlap of my family and college friends, you know, who are at least old enough to be my parent. I'm sure poor Dad will be confused.
I went to another show on the 27th... in a cellar. In the middle of rural, middle-of-nowhere New Jersey. It was this dude's massive property with a dirty white house and a bright red outdoor cellar... the kind for tornadoes or nuclear fallouts or something. Bizarre. The host, Guttz, is an elusive and peculiar DJ from WLFR who plays all sorts of punk and underground metal and stuff. I shadowed him when I was training and he said hardly anything the entire two hours- just me staring wide-eyed at this man spinning vinyl on the air like a madman. The dude is a myth and hosts punk shows in the middle of nowhere in a cellar for fuck's sake. Johnny and I have been become tighter recently and he sent me the flyer to this particular show. It was only 20 people or so waiting outside Guttz's cellar and it felt more like a family barbeque than a show. The bands were tight, and so was the crowd. It was so loud down there, the bands all played on the ground (of course) next to the Round-Up and gardening tools. Possibly the best part of it was this young girl- 6 and a half- running the mosh pit in her little sparkly pink Doc Martens. She was so energetic and confident, and had these awesome parents who I talked to a bit. They raise their kids in the subculture and while many may judge their decision I don't think I've ever seen a kid that happy without an iPad in their hands. I made friends with her and she showed me a dead snake.
Maybe it just got away from me briefly but writing about things makes me feel more whole. I'm in a good place right now, aren't I? I like being okay with life moving and changing.
So yeah that's what is up. Since I'll be in Georgia I'll probably write more. It will be an interesting, hopefully pleasant, week.
Also, I'll take this opportunity to brag about my final grades this year.
Semester 1:
A A A- B+
Semester 2:
A A A- A-
Nearly straight As, somehow. Not that it means anything at all, no... Not to me! I'm too punk to care about grades! Totally... :-)
