crowds

Last night. David Bazan concert. Eight o'clock at the Union. With Headlights opening, not many people had arrived yet, but those who had arrived, oh, they arrived. It's always interesting to watch people watching a concert, and last night was a perfect example. So many stereotypes, so many hipsters, so many 'so manies'.

When the opening band calls people to come up front and stand near the stage, there's always those few who are the first ones up there, they stand awkwardly and nod their heads. They don't want to look too invested yet. Except that one guy. That guy who runs up to the stage seconds after that invitation falls out of the lead singer's mouth. He can't contain his unabated desire to let his body free and get his groove on. So he goes crazy, his arms thrashing above his head, snapping to his side, his Vans clad feet doing some sort of swing-dance motion, his head rolling around like a bobble-head doll. This guy is having the time of his life, even though it may be to the expense of his social acceptance.

Then there's that guy that is standing next to this dancing freak. He's unsure of how to respond to this stranger who's trying to "be one" with the music. He stands there, uncertain whether to laugh, join along, or completely ignore the guy. So he does nothing, and occasionally gives furtive glances out the corner of his eye to check how close this hipster is to him.

There's that couple you would never expect to go up to the stage, her hair is highlighted in stripes, she looks like a tiger; he's wearing a baby-blue polo -- collar popped. It's probably from Abercrombie & Fitch. They're both chewing gum in time with the music.

There's the guy with long hair and suspenders, the kid from FYS I never got to know, that girl who seems cool but is actually obnoxious, the old man standing behind the crowd with his arms to his side and his hands in tight fists, Amie's Theology professor, plaid plaid plaid, and what seems to be too many beards for one building.

Headlights end their set and David Bazan gets on stage with his band who are equally as diverse and interesting as the people in their crowd. Guitar player is a huge bubba guy wearing an xxxl scruffy white t-shirt, a bass player with indie hair, typical drummer, an agnostic singer.

I like concerts.

there is just so much

snow.
i: went sledding in a canoe at midnight.
watched a guy successfully walk down the icy street on crutches.
wore the same outfit for 3 days.
found out david bazan and headlights are playing at messiah in march!
had ice cream three times.
this week.

january.

j-term is so...boring. or is it relaxing? i can't tell.
overall, i've been sleeping and avoiding responsibility a lot lately.
and i've been listening to this song over and over:

my friend and i painstakingly made seven little cards and wrote things to do on them (like : go buy a mango slushie while listening to vampire weekend), and hid them in library books and stuck notes on desks on where to find them. nobody did it.
sometimes the truth is just so darn sad. we were planning on making seven new friends.

i'm going to go write a letter or read a book.

on the radio!

i have a radio show every thursday at 3:00 on the college radio station.
since you don't live 'round here you should listen online!
www.wvmm.com and figure out how to from there.
i play only good music, i promise! but i have to say the weather and introduce the station, and for some reason i get all jittery when i have to say it :( so don't laugh at my mess-ups with the weather, ok?

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at the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. yeah, pretty much.
for one of my classes we went to the folklife center in the library of congress and did some research for my paper about pete seeger (who was a commie, did you know?!).
it was soooooooooooo cool, and absolutely gorgeous! all the ceilings are painted, it's Sistine chapel-ish. and i got a library card, so i can go there whenever and get whatever. you know, same ol' same ol'. definitely go whenever you can! there's so much more that i didn't get to see, because i got to the tour late, so i'll go again with you if you want.

MUCCA PAZZA!

last night for b-sides (which is the best thing... ever, by the way) mucca pazza came. they are a craazzzzzy fun marching band from chicago that came and stormed all over the building, i mean they were EVERYWHERE. it was so fun. and they were so crayzay! i mean, fun isn't even the right word for it. i was smiling and laughing the entire time. like, i never wasn't smiling, that's how great it wassss!! soooo if ever you have a chance to see them. do. the end. a big ol' party is what it was.






ok, yes, that's a lot of videos. but watch them ALL, you won't be sorrrryyy!

here.

I'm writing this because i'm avoiding writing about self-awareness for my communication class,which is actually really interesting, buuut it's saturday.
but i love it here! there's absolutely so much to do, i think my friends and i are going to join the salsa club. and not the mexican chip dip kind either. last wednesday, (which was the longest day of my life) i went to my first b-sides concert, and it was so amazing! i'm so excited for the next ones. the other night i initiated some star gazing outside on the lawn, which turned into a small beyonce appreciation dance party. most of my classes are really interesting, and my wellness professor looks just like george w. bush. oh ALSO! i'm going to have a radio show. yep.
i better get started on that homework, and it smells like weird humus in here right now. just so you know.