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looking for something to fill time. i don't want to go anywhere. i think about it, make plans, but excuse myself at the last minute. bad weather, too tired, too far. i'm not sad, but not all that happy either. just.... here. crowds, even if every person in it is someone i call a friend, scare me. am i from another planet? i feel useless. a blob. i don't know what to do. i quit the sprockettes and am starting a band. i do my homework (sometimes). i think i have some sort of relationship, maybe it's nothing but i'm going to san francisco immediately after christmas to see him. i wish i knew which directions to walk, what to say, how to make things easier but while the orbitals of electrons make sense much of life does not. |
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I don't like crowds, either. I don't think that's abnormal. In fact, all of the feelings you have shared sound pretty normal to me, particularly for someone in the younger side of their twenties. Hang in there. |
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it's a parody/cover band, with lyrics about zoobomb and the portland/west coast bike community. classes? french, chemistry and another webdesign class. i'm attempting to decide if i want to inevitably major in french or chemistry... i want to be bilingual and be a geek and not to have to choose. sprockettes was getting unfun, in that it was getting in the way of fun. i'm getting to be an eerily militant non-exclusivitist (even if i'm not that social) and they've been getting more and more exclusive all the time. i had a lot of disagreements with the group and no longer felt heard. sure, i want to dance, but my loyalties are to bike community/humanity at large/my friends over the dance team. i could care less about selling merch. i could care less about perfection. the creativity feels forced these days and i was feeling taken advantage of. |
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i'm sworn to secrecy as far as lyrics go and sorabji isn't searchproof. buht. guitar, bass, drums, singers and winds (i'm playing tenor sax and flute and a good friend of mine is playing bari). working on dance moves and skits and i'm not nearly as sax rusty as previously thought. though my jaw starts to ache sometimes after tooting for a while. at some point i want to have a skit kinda like prowrestling entrances, only with the saxophones instead. capes, threats, goofy booming entrance music and fake violence. hells yeah. the debut's in february during dead presidents day weekend. |
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