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Oct. 26th, 2007 | 01:38 pm
mood: weirdweird
music: bonzie - "edison..."

This week was pretty quiet. Last weekend was fucking awesome, but it has already been written about so...I won't go into it again. Great fucking show, though.

Monday through Wednesday were normal days: no shows, no doctor's appointments, no rushing around. I did get an email on Wednesday from my friend Warren in South Africa. He downloaded "Fork And Knife" and thought of me. Haha. I was really excited to heard from him. It's been a while.

Schochet went on a rant about language on Monday and I was freaking out. I've decided that I'm a bitch and I don't care, but use correct fucking punctuation when writing to me, please. I will correct your grammar. I've become very intolerant. Just because email and MySpace messages are quick doesn't mean you can't spell shit out and use and period now and then. I can't spell for my life. That's what spell check is for and it doesn't take that long to reread what you wrote. I mean, everyone makes mistakes and it's not a big deal, but sometimes it's just annoying and unforgivable. I also understand that purposeful misuse can be part of technique and I can deal with that as well, but it's the thoughtlessness with which some go about writing that ticks me the fuck off. We have this wonderful thing called language that no other species really has and we're destroying it. (I am particularly guilty of using consecutive fragment sentences to chop up certain sections of my writing when I feel like the pause of a comma just isn't long enough, had I - for example - put them all together in one sentence with a sequence.)

This language thing has been on my mind, possibly because of Schochet and possibly because of the book I read over the summer. Schochet's speech on Monday about abbreviations was almost inspiring. Haha. He's partially dyslexic so he abbreviates his notes and sometimes when he goes back over them, they don't translate correctly into the full words. In the past, I remember, he's sent out emails to correct something in previous emails in which he used an incorrect spelling or something. He's a political philosopher with a very soft spot of language. I wish I had the balls to talk to him, but he intimidates me. He's far too fucking smart for me, but - at least - his rants allow me to feel slightly better about my own pet peeves.

I may go on with this note in the future, but I probably won't do it publicly, at least not until I've really put it all together. Another couple of topics I want to spend time writing on deal with religion (thanks to Mike) and justice (thanks - again - to Schochet), but not unnecessarily together. I wish I had time to write. (This whole paragraph is more just a note to myself so I suppose you can disregard it.)

Anyway, Thursday was awesome. I had three classes (the not awesome part) and then I met up with Jess and Katharine for Kevin Devine at Chubby's in Red Bank. Before I get to the show, though, I want to mention one thing about class briefly. I GOT A 90% ON MY SHAKESPEARE EXAM! I'm so fucking relieved. I took that exam the day of Kevin / Jeremy Enigk and I was really stressed out over it. Yay, me!

Katharine made it to my house just as I returned home from class and the bank. I had some shit to take care of at home. Jess met us at my place and then we headed to Red Bank. During the drive, I noticed Mike had written me back. I wasn't really expecting him to since my last message didn't really require much of a response and I'm sure he's busy getting his shit together before he leaves for tour, but it gave me something to ponder. The trip was short. No traffic. Easy parking. Nice (though chilly) evening.

We didn't really pay attention to the opening bands. Usually, I like to check out openers, but - eh. We met up with 'Toms River' Mike there and a couple of his friends. I love that kid. He's really a sweetheart.

Kevin's look has never really effected how I thought about him, obviously. I've hated that beard since he started growing it, but it hasn't stopped me from going to see him every chance I get. I don't like the new haircut too much, but I am looking at it optimistically: in a couple of months when it grows out a little, it'll be really cute. The short hair wouldn't even be that bad if he'd tame that goddamn fucking beard! But, my draw to Kevin has never really been what he looked like so I don't much care as long as he doesn't stop playing music.

It was a - mostly - requests set. He took two for himself ("Just Stay" and "Brooklyn Boy"), but the rest were requests. I didn't request anything. I've gotten to hear a lot of my jams over the years and, really, the only songs I'd want to request are songs I've never heard him play live before (and I've probably never heard them live because he doesn't like playing them and I don't want to be a dick requesting something I know he doesn't want to play).

It was a sweet set, though:
- You Are My Sunshine (which I don't want to talk about)
- Protest Singer (with extended ending that makes me cry)
- Probably (with "Nevermind" instead of "Crooked Rain")
- Haircut
- Write Your Story Now (Ughhh...I love that song. <3)
- Tomorrow's Just Too Late
- Just Stay (...at least he gave me my verse)
- Brooklyn Boy
- You Are The Daybreak
- Splitting Up Christmas
- Ballgame

He only had, like, half an hour to play and that really sucked, but it was a really good half an hour. I think the rest of Team Kevz can relate: I want another Smithtown. I want a KD headlining show where he can just play as long as he wants, with or without the band. I tend to even lean more towards no band only because he's more likely to play weird shit when he's alone.

Post-show, we played an erotic picture match-up game thing. LOL@us. The bartended was rooting for us until he had to kick everyone out. We said our goodbyes to Kevin and headed to Wawa. Katharine and Jess were both very unhappy with the lack of the advertised hot turkey hoogie and I somehow managed to pick up the wrong sandwich, one with bacon (and for some reason bacon grosses me out these days). However, the bacon was easily picked off and donated to Katharine.

I got coffee, which was a good idea at the time, but left me feeling weird as shit as it wore off. We got back to my place and said our goodbyes to each other. Jess had a paper and Katharine had a long drive back to Long Island. I was ansty amd hyper, at first. I lurked the Internet a bit for this kid's band. I've made a friend in my Colonial/Postcolonial Lit. class and I told him I'd check his band out on MySpace...he gave me his "slash." It took me a week to remember to do it, though. So, that was my first priority. He's a really nice kid and it's nice to have someone it that class to talk to. Then, I wrote Mike back a ridiculous note. In retrospect, it was a much longer note than was probably needed, but I had caffeine in me so I can't be responsible for my actions. Plus, he was talking to me about religion and Brand New fans (not together)...I can't cover that in a short note!

The caffeine started wearing off around 1am or something and I began to remember that I'd been up since 8am and was feeling really fucked up. I started thinking things that weren't me...anymore. It was weird and unsettling and I'm still not sure what to make of it. I'm trying to figure out why I woke up feeling so glum today. Everything's good, really good. Maybe it's just the gloomy weather. I don't know. I feel it festering and I can't even pinpoint exactly what "it" is. I'm assuming this is another lull of mine that will disappear about as quickly as it came, but I can't figure it out and I feel really fucking sad, for absolutely no reason. It's frustrating because this time yesterday I was really happy. I hate my moods. I hate my temper. I'm too tired for all this.

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