It has been an eventful two weeks since my last post. Last weekend was insane. Friday I killed myself at work and school then went to bartend at a party for some family friends. They had amazing booze and the tips were good. Saturday and Sunday were a wash due to the snow. Not really any fun, just a lot of school work. Then on Monday the insanity of my “career” kicked in. I filed more than anyone has ever filed before. By the end of the week every client file for my multi-billion dollar company since 1990 (and there were a lot) were packed and organized. No small feat considering that no one at work knows where to put things…ever, or the alphabet apparently. So much for my job not defining me. I actually quite like what I do now. Thursday was a going away party for someone in the architecture department. Lets just say I was quiet hard to get up the next morning for school. Friday was full of friend drama-rama and the like…which ended up being nothing. I’m just neurotic. Saturday was my grandfathers 70th birthday, officially making him the longest lived member of my family ever (and by quite a margin). In the week to come its more work and more school…midterms being just around the bend I’ll be nuttier than usual. But for tonight I have my Killian’s and Brian the Vampire repeating endlessly in my earbuds. Really all anyone needs. On an unrelated note I’m going to the Black 17 tour (Flogging Molly, The Briggs, The Dead Pets, and Lemonface) on Tuesday with and old friend should be amazing and hazardous to everyone’s health…just the way I like it.

P.S. I love ellipses.

A Note

So I decided to name my blog with no real thought at all. It would be a spontaneity exercise. You see I tend to labor over the naming of things. Names have an innate ability to focus the idea they represent and for me anyway the sound of words coming together is just as important as the meaning. Language is music. Music is language. Therefore my blog's name should (it would stand to reason) be pithy and melodic. This challenge usually proves to much of a strain on my rarely original brain. So, to not stress about it and to force spontaneity (which I think is kind of a funny idea) I went with the first thing I saw. It was a quote from the CD pamphlet of the Jesus and Mary Chain. It read "Before we were men we were boy, before we were boys we were gods, and before we were gods we were filth cursing at the sky. And when all is said and done nothing much is left." I thought the quote poetic and intriguing. Since for me good = amused or intrigued I threw it in. However I think the title might be misleading upon further consideration. I don't think that human kind was ever godlike and it either implies religiosity or melodramatic hyperbole. Both of which I posses, to a certain degree, but it is not something I want to convey. Therefore when your reading this post it might strike you as odd that the title of the blog is "Morning of Forced Leisure." Don't be alarmed. I changed the name.
Funny story as to the origin of the new title. I was taking Russian last semester and the class schedule led me to believe it only met on Friday. However it also met on Saturday...very very early. This of course made me not want to attend the class, as I have trust issues and do not like to be lied to. That or I was lazy. You decide. Anyway I live at home and have parents that nag. So sleeping through half of the classes in the semester was not an option. However neither was going to Russian class at 9:00am. So of course I dropped the class and, so as not to upset my delicate domestic tranquility, woke up at 8:45 every Saturday and went to a lovely local cafe (you may have heard of it...Starbucks) and sipped coffee, read the paper and gazed sleepily at the "morning people." To get to the fucking point of this whole story a friend of mine always wondered why I was so tired later that night, to which I replied "It's my morning of forced leisure." Self imposed might be more accurate but I thought "forced" was pithier...

I have broken down. I have created a blog...Which in itself is not a bad thing. Blogs are a perfectly fine way of venting, staying in touch (without talking to that person) and griping about the state of (insert compliant here). I figured for me it would only lead to narcissism, which it most likely will, don't get me wrong. And yet I venture forth into this new dawn of internet communication head held high and fear of looking horribly "emo" in the back of my mind. I will endeavor to write only about the droll encounters I so often experience and my own hilarious musings. That being said, the occasional beer-soaked rant or bad mood "poetry" which I am unfortunately prone to may appear. Please take this not as a sing of my real character, but as if someone else stole my password and posted really bad and/or incoherent things where true wisdom and insight are usually gained. Anyway this will be an incredibly sporadic thing for me, as a new job and a full load at school make for only enough time to sleep in small amounts during inconvenient times.
Now to tell you what I think you should know. Today I bought a CD. This is not an uncommon occurrence, but this was a different experience entirely. At around 1 I found myself driving by Tower Records (were I used to work) and bought "Loveless" the last album by a band called My Bloody Valentine. I had been hearing about its "amazingness" for about a year from various people who's musical taste I trust, but the name put me off, then I got distracted, then I can't remember. Two weekends ago I was reminded by the "King of Friends" and his eternal drinking buddy the "King of Lushes" that I need to own this album. So when I came into some money (earlier today while doing laundry) I went out and bought it. I carefully and expertly opened the wrapping, removed the abstract pink pamphlet and stared at my undoing. I listened to it all the way back to my house, not a very long drive. I was only on track 6 of 11 when I pulled into my driveway. I sat there for the next fifteen minutes listening to the music, which I will not even try to quantify. Then I went to my room and have continued to listen to it (I believe I am on my fourth go round now). This is all to illustrate two points. The first, if you like pop/shoegazer/unquantifiable instrumentation buy "Loveless," though it might ruin you for all other music for a while. Secondly, I flip out over stuff far too easily.