The Worst Ever?

So, it’s the last day of 2007. For me this may have been the horriblest year of my life so far; nothing changed at all. I suppose the few good things—and I seriously mean few fucking things that made this year at least ok. Here we go, my first top ten ever (I’m totally stealing this concept, but it aptly displays the info in the way I want):

The Good of 2007

Ten: Graduating high school. I had a shit time, in general, and it finally ended. The whole high school experience wasn’t anything I imagined or planned it would be. First off there were no romantic occurrences at all. I always envisioned I’d be involved with someone by the time I got to high school, but all the good ones were gone and the ones left were less than satisfactory and I’m a relatively quiet person so I guess nothing worked out for me.

Nine: Getting a sense of what I am. You know when you’re young and you try to follow all the current shit that everyone is even if you don’t like it? I tried to steer clear of those situations and I’m kinda glad with whatever the hell I’m rocking now. I think that sounds lame. Lame. I don’t think I have any identity, but the eclecticness I encompass works for now.

Eight: Getting a car…that I can’t drive because I gots no insurance.

Seven: Attempting to continue my education post HS. I plan to make bank sooner or later, preferably sooner and with my smarts it won’t take that long.

Six: MythBusters. Just can’t get enough of that Grant Imahara!! Oh my gosh—the episode with him in the tight jeans…hmm, muffin topped and yet still acceptable. And of course the intriguing ways those guys test out myths…you know..questions people send in..

Five: Scarves. I never really took these accessories seriously. I used to wear them because it was cold back in Chi-town, but there was no need for them, really, when I moved. They’re so versatile and can be coordinated by color and pattern to what you’re wearing. Ohh.

Four: Books. I read all kinds of shit this year. Most of it required readings for school which I obediently read albeit the majority of my classmates ignored these books. I also read much on my own, especially Kurt Vonnegut stuff and James Joyce and that danged Harry Potter, and kinda expanding my vocabulary and literary sense. I was real big on reading books back in the day and that stint returned in a way this time round.

Three: Hot guys. Well, maybe not smoking hot, but definitely considerably to commit naughty acts with. Oh my…major hot guys were, for me, Bruce Campbell, Gerard Butler, Paul Rudd, the Schwartzman brothers, and Alex Turner. ….mmm, yeah, especially that last one there. From the Chow King guy to the Matt Sharp/Graham Coxon look-a-like bus guy—these people were the reason I got up in the morning and stepped outside or turned on the computer. It’s what I’m on the look out for wherever I am…after admitting that I feel self-pity. Shit.

Two: Chicago & Family. This is where the good times originated and where there’ll always be. I had quite the awesome time this past summer, despite missing KLAXONS and THE WOMBATS, and I hope to have more experiences like it. The humid, thick Illinois summers are always best remembered with BBQs and staying up late sipping margaritas while watching ghost videos on youtube.

One: What could this possibly be? Is there something that beats out everything on the list? You better fucking believe it. This provided some cushion to the toilet seat 2007 shat on my lonely being: Music. There was just a plethora of old and new and now tunes that totally got me through the bad times (which were seemingly never ending). I know, regrettably cliché, but all the stuff I found—Motown to Post-Punk, Britpop to Electro-Dance, Anti-Folk to Rockabilly, Shoegaze, and of course Twee—was just absolutely amazing. All the artists (ie: Arctic Monkeys, Flight of the Conchords, Good Shoes, Jamie T, The Libertines—yeah, I’m a few years late…—Sam Cook , N.W.A., Beulah, Los Campesinos! Oh, it goes on and on) were just..I mean I knew some of them, but not all the goodness their songs had and others I had never known shit about. It made my days a little better (and my nights more dance-worthy). I guess I have lastfm and the hype machine(see the things on the side there...)and various music blogs to thank for most of this.

There you go.
The ten things that made existence in 2007 tolerable for me. God, I need to have a much better time next year.

Jovial Festivity Time!

Not even comparable to the one last year…Christmas ’07 is in the gutter. I don’t think anything can lift my spirits up—I guess some biological factors are adding to my shitty sentiments right now. Nothing else, then. Hope you’re having fun this holiday season.

Old News: Dystopia in 2012, tonite @ 7:00

Did I happen to mention I was scared thrice by Arctic Monkeys? Well, not like absurdly terrified, but in a pleasantly shocked or surprised manner. My holiday thus far has been extremely shitty. I was expecting good travels (maybe Europe or at least Chi-Town again..ridiculousness). I had so much to say before, but now there is nothing worth a word. I think I’ve finally decided what to do. Shit. I don’t think some people are gonna be happy—I just need to move on, do things the way I want, have no regrets, and hopefully I’ll be better off. My last year to live like I don’t have to give a fuck and I need to start being a human about this.
And everything I've watched, read, listened to about the future, I've noticed, is the dire destruction of the greatness we once had. So, uh, I'm gonna try to live in the present and not give a shit about what happened or will happen. Fluctuations.

Decisions, decisions

I am at odds with what to do. I just have no idea if I should continue the way I’m going or try something else that might lead to being truly happy, which I guess I haven’t experienced since I was in fourth grade back in that forest park school and that Coughlin boy gave me a drawing (of his future/current muscled self?) with his number all saying, “Call me when you get to California.” I didn’t. I’ve also lost the picture. Shit.
I need a sign—something to help me make a final decision. I don’t know anything anymore.

Allen Ginsburg & Alan Greenspan

I’m glad to say finals are over and I survived my first quarter of college with little or no consequence (except the freak and bathroom incidents, but I won’t get into any of that).
Is there any need to be candid? I think so…here goes then—I think that I am totally smitten and awestruck with all the things overseas…particularly in Europe and maybe in other places of the globe like also, um..Canada or… actually it’s almost exclusively in Europe (Yes, Denmark, Sweden, Belgium, and Luxemburg—I have feelings for you despite my overall love for the English speaking countries over there). Oh, I’m being too specific about all this, aren’t I?

superfluous musings: I’m going to refer to this person as mike bailey and in extremely abbreviated situations, MB. I don’t fully know the connection, if any, that we share, but it is of an eclectic sort. Well, that’s all I really want to say about this person for now.
The funny thing about the Allen/Alan reference there is—I thought they were the same person. I mean, I was reading all about this Allen Ginsburg person who was a peacenik/part of the beat generation and it was such a stark contrast to that economic guy who was all into governmental topics. But they’re not the same person because—it just wouldn’t make sense.
I’m happy about the new single for Arctic Monkeys. From what I’ve listened to thus far it reminds me of some dark—like, spooky kinda house. I just get that kind of aura from the music.
Yeah. This is a little outdated in relation to events. I suppose I’ll be listening to teddy picker all the time now and thinking about Paolo Nutini. Ah, the affinity we all share.

Pre-made Holiday Line-up(excluding Christmas)

I’m thinking about whether I should get those tickets for the HARD NYE thing in L.A. There’s one factor that would really push me to make the purchase…
So, I guess I’m gonna try to go. Terrible scheming must be done, but I know that it’ll all be worth it—if anyone wants to hang with me over there gimme a holla. I don’t know...yeah?
I’m really looking forward to the end of this quarter of school. I’m so sick of the mandatory core thing, but I’m upset that I might never see some of those people (um, guys, rather) from my lit class. They were the primary reason I got up and dragged my tired ass to lecture…especially on Fridays. Well, hopefully there are other nice things I’ve yet to discover and I’m excited about that. I guess.
Lazy days. And The handmaid’s tale presents a horrible perspective on the future of women. I am terrified and disgusted.
It's also the first day of December. I still think it's way early to be promoting Christmas stuff, just like last year when I heard all those x-mas songs everywhere and thinking, ""What the fuck? It's not even the right time of the year or Decemb--oh yeah, it is December, but still--waaayy too early for this stuff." Oh joy, the upcoming month of unnecessary spending—I’m gonna get me some work.