It’s nice to meet you all! Thanks for following me! ;D
Just a head’s up: my laptop charger is currently broken, so I probably won’t be making many posts (just in case you might wonder why I appear to be dead and kind of inactive later). But in the near future, when I acquire a brand new, functioning, shiny one, I will be back to my regular posting routine.
I will now promptly get away, far away from my laptop because I’m draining the precious remaining battery life.
I barely take pictures anymore and that’s quite sad.
I went from documenting nearly every day of my life photographically to barely touching my camera at all.
I miss it.
Hopefully, I can get back into the habit of doing it again. It’s just carrying around my camera poses some pretty significant issues, like, oh, I don’t know, breaking the fuck out of it. Plus, since I’m in college now, there’s a greater risk of it getting stolen. Having my camera taken from me, by far, is much worse than it breaking, but still in my possession.
Despite those setbacks, I want to try and take more pictures again. We’ll see what happens.
Awww, how sweet of you to take the time out of your busy High St. solicitation session to try and work your magic on me. I am flattered, really… -__-
However, why did you have to make mention of the fact that this was a “white boy” hitting on a black chick thing? Why assume white guys don’t make advances on me often? Why assume I would dismiss you simply because you’re white?
You obviously know nothing about me.
I turn people down when they appear desperate and shifty.
…and no, I will not return to this spot an hour later to chat it up with you.
I’m going home to enjoy my steamed dumplings and crab rangoon in peace…
Isn’t it funny (and I mean actually amusing) to watch yourself become further and further apart from something/one that you were so closely attached to once? Perhaps maybe it was even part of your identity and now has less and less of you each day. In a hindsight comedic sort of way…
Of course you can look back on your actions and think, “Man, I was so stupid for thinking/doing/believing that…,” but I mean this in a different way… a way that calls for reflection on the whole situation rather than individual actions…
What’s frightening is just how apathetic you can become toward the state of the situation. You could honestly give a shit about where it’s headed, or that you even cared to begin with. Something that meant so much, barely occupies a space in your mind. It’s scary to see how quickly hearts and minds change so rapidly. In an instant, you may only exist virtually in my mind, if at all. This only exists virtually when at one point it was tangible, real, something pulsating in my hands and heart…
You watch all the meaning, all the history wither away and your only answer is passiveness.
It’s terrifying to know that one day I/you/we could just not care…
(I guess it’s just a matter of realizing what’s worth keeping or throwing away. Obviously, there are no easy answers for this. Personally, I can’t imagine casting out something/one I cared deeply for. It will forever possess some kind of space in my consciousness, my heart, in many different manifestations. Right now I’m trying hard not to not care…)
Last Friday was the Deftones signing and show at the Newport. Good times, great, great times. A recap in bulletpoints!:
- signing held at Magnolia Thunderpussy, arrived around 12pm with Kerry and Erika, signing proceeded around 2pm
- shook hands with Frank, Abe, and Sergio. Upon approaching Chino, I got very nervous. At that point, I wanted a group photo with all of them, but instead got one rad ass photo of Chino on accident
- walked away with signed White Pony (pictured above) in hand, completely in disbelief about what happened
- around 5pm stood in line at the Newport waiting for doors to open at 7pm
- after a relatively quick wait, we piled inside, achieved front and center spots, soon after, the opening act, This Will Destroy You, took the stage. They were pretty decent, very mellow. At best I could compare them to Explosions in the Sky.
- then after maybe 30 minutes, Deftones took the stage. In brief: I was quite pleased with their performance. I was happy they played so many songs I loved. With the spots we had, right against the gate, I was able to make eye contact with the members and even got waves from Sergio and Stephen. Also, I was right underneath Chino when he’d step off the stage onto a closer platform to the audience. Awesome shit, right?
- there was the typical concert douchebaggery: people pushing aggressively, smashing your rib cage in, others trying to work their way into the front. At one point, there was this one dude basically draping his body over me and my sister and we’re like: -__- *headsmash* And another grown ass man pushed wee little 4’ 11” Kerry out her spot. It kinda pissed me off, but considering the situation, there was little I could do.
- surprisingly, many people had great concert etiquette and would ask me and Kerry if we were OK since we’re so tiny (5’ nothing, 100lbs and some change, or less). Better yet, there were people trying to physically protect us like this tall man in a gray shirt. At one point he barricaded his body around me and Kerry to make sure we didn’t get squished to death. It was incredibly sweet and we exchanged hugs after the show.
- all in all, I left the show with ears ringing, covered in sweat (not just mine), and body aching, just like a good concert should do to you