March 29, 2004 @ 6:00 pm by sean
It has been a while. One of the longest whiles since I’ve been a Xangist.
The weekend was one of wonderously fun times. Friday night was an absolute blast. Mending Chaos played a great show and fellowship was had with the band that made me feel like someone cool. And then I talked to Tim from Braille for a while. We talked about bands and it almost sounded like I knew something. I found out Death Cab is sold out. That would have been a good show. Oh, and Braille played amazingly great, even though they had a rough start and weren’t totally tight. The last song was phenominal. They are coming out with a CD hopefully by summer. And they are maybe playing in the Detroit area with Monday’s Hero in June. I WILL be at that show.
Then I bowled with Angie and Mike and even though I didn’t break 100, I still had a grand time. I think bowling is the most awkward sport. The concept is probably the simplest: Roll the ball down the lane and knock down as many pins as one can. Even though it is so simple, it seems so many people aren’t good at it. But when one guys up to throw the ball, everyone expects to see most pins knocked down, including the bowler. So when they don’t, they walk back in shame. And only one person bowls at a time so all attention is focused on that person. I had a grand time however. I’d like to bowl more often. So, by the end of the semester, lets go bowling, to the horse race place(Brandon, what was the name of that place?) and if possible, to a monster truch rally. It’d be fun to get married at a monster truck rally. With mullet wigs, or real mullets. Old suits that look like a hick was trying to look nice. A pastor with a southern accent for posterity.
Saturday after doing homework I hung out with Sarah and Elise. Calm and halcyon compared to Friday night, but splendid just the same. I finally saw “A Mighty Wind.” It was certainly hilarious. I think better than “Best in Show” but now I really want to see the others by that guy. While doing homework Saturday, I selected music that I brought from home that is a from a few years ago, but not really popular bands for the most part. But I noticed that it is so much happier than most music I have now. Or most music I hear. A lot more major keys and less minor, dissonant keys. Even the “sad” stuff sounds happier. I think it could only be explained by the music attributes because the lyrics aren’t necessarily happier, though I’m not the most knowledgable music theorist. But what happened to bands like Keepsake, Legends Of Rodeo/Recess Theory, (old) Dashboard Confessional, Rites of Spring, (old) Barenaked Ladies, Hey Mercedes, Jawbreaker, The Operation, Cake, Christie Front Drive, Weezer, The Rocket Summer, Fugazi and Brandston? I don’t really like pop-punk(maybe if it didn’t relate itself to punk I wouldn’t care), but I enjoy the happiness of it. Not to be confused with pop-i-ness, but I like to bop my head. By the way, if anyone has any Recess Theory or Legends of Rodeo(particularily “South Atlantic Hymms”) or Keepsake(particularily “End of Sound), I would appreciate borrowing them. The network seems to be really slow these days, so it’d be easier to borrow them. I’ll get them back fast, not like Natalie’s Chin up Chin up. I promise. Or old Barenaked Ladies. They used to be my favorite band. Gordon and Maybe You Should Drive and Born On A Pirateship are really good albums. Classics in the way I’ll never tire of them. And I don’t actually have any old D/C. But anything before the newest CD I’d really like to borrow.
Sunday was mostly productive. I hung out with Sarah for most of my homework times. I slept a lot and consequently had a difficult time sleeping last night. Dr. J. Cain preached at 2nd B. He preached a great message, if you missed, I hope you heard a great message where you were. Unfortunately he brought the Judson choir with him. Not that I don’t like them or they aren’t talented, they definately are. But after three weeks of honky church, I was hoping for some gospel. Dr. J.C. said “What happened” probably 5 or 6 times in his sermon, and I laughed each time. See A Mighty Wind to know why that was funny.
I just got back a little while ago from playing baseball with Chris, Paul, Janea and Mandy. I’m really sore. And my icepack smells bad ’cause my milk leaked on it and I guess I didn’t get it all off. It is worth it. I had a lot of fun. But if you see me and feel compelled out of pure compassion to give me a massage, I would not stop you. Unless you hurt me.
Thought it has been the same trend all my life, I really enjoy not being restriced to one group of friends. I have a core group of close friends which I love dearly, but at school I’ve always not been in one clique. There weren’t many in elementary school, but they started in middle school and a few elementary friends stopped talking to me, but I still talked to all kinds of different people. Then in high school those groups got broken up and I still hung out with all kinds of people, most didn’t talked to each other. Now here, I’ve got such diverse groups of friends. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. People say to high school and middle school students not to worry about what other people think about you or worry if you are cool or not because it isn’t like that in college or in the real world. But I think I’ve noticed that isn’t entirely true. I’ve noticed that a lot of the kids in pre-college school who were concerned about being cool and look good, still do because the people around them do the same. They surround themselves with a group of friends who offer conditional love and they are held up to a ridiculous standard that doesn’t exist outside of their little culture. So things never really change for them. I think most grew out of it after high school, but the ones who offer conditional love are the ones who get it back from the ones they surround themselves with. What a depressing situation.
I love no one conditionally who reads this. (I wasn’t sure about the sentence structure of that last one. I think it might supposed to be, “I love no one who reads this conditionally.” I’m not sure) I don’t think I have conditional love for most people. I suppose there are a few, and for that I should be shot. It indeed was a wonderful blessing to receive the chocolates from Michael this morning. I really hope I don’t have seasonal depression.
I can only image what a wonderful world this would like if fun was limited to the ‘good, clean’ kind.