Something to which I can look forward...

On Feb 24, good things will happen.

I'm going with a friend to see Alkaline Trio.

This pleases me.

For one thing, I've never seen these guys before. And they're playing with Cursive, who I've been meaning to get into for some time.

But also, I'm excited to spend some time with Raisor. We've known each other for almost 4 years now but have just recently started hanging out a little more. The more we hang out, the more we find in common (not that it was hard to find in the first place or anything).

Anyway, to celebrate, I'm putting up one of my favorite Alkaline Trio songs. It's one that makes me glad I've never been through a rough break-up and glad to know I'll never have to.

Also, I'm not editing this one at all.

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Radio

Shaking like a dog shitting razor blades
Waking up next to nothing
After dreaming of you and me
I'm waking up all alone
Waking up so relieved
While you're taking your time with apologies
I'm making my plans for revenge
Red eyes on orange horizons
If Columbus was wrong
I'd drive straight off the edge
I'd drive straight off the edge

Taking your own life with boredom
I'm taking my own life with wine
It helps me to rule out the sorrow
It helps me to empty my mind
Making the most of a bad time
I'm smoking the brains from my head
Leaving the coal calling the kettle black
And orange and red
This kettle is seeing red

I've got a big fat fucking bone to pick
With you my darling
In case you haven't heard
I'm sick and tired of trying
I wish you
Would take my radio to bathe with you
Plugged in and ready to fall

Shaking like a dog shitting razor blades
Waking up next to nothing
After dreaming of you and me
Waking up all alone
Waking up so relieved
While you're taking your time with apologies
I'm plotting out my revenge
Red eyes on orange horizons
If Columbus was wrong
I'd drive straight off the edge
I'm seeing red

I've got a big fat fucking bone to pick
With you my darling
In case you haven't heard
I'm sick and tired of trying
I wish you
Would take my radio to bathe with you
Plugged in and ready to fall...

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Sweeeeet...

That is all.

Eureka!

Guess what? So, you know how this isn't quite the greatest read ever? I mean, it's not bad by any means, but it could definitely use some work right? Well, I've figured out just what I need to do in order to make this the best thing you can read every day.

Ready?

I need an interesting life!

That's all. Once my life is totally rad*, this thing'll write itself.

Here's what I mean.

I read/read (respectively pronounced "reed" and "red" 'cause one's past tense, of course) a few different bloggies and I've noticed a distinct difference between the ones that get 76 brazillion comments per post and mine which might get read every couple of days. The people writing them have stories happening to them much more constantly than me.

One author had a tag devoted to things that happen to him on the subway. And one for the gym. Etc. I don't go to the gym. I don't go places. And when I do (like campus, for instance), I'm usually wrapped up in whatever musics are swirling around my head. I don't notice the strange, interesting things happening all around me every day. And I don't ride the subway. Partly because it's scary and smelly, but mostly because I live in Cowtownville, Utah. And even if we did have any use for a subway, I only really go to work and it's a 3-5 minute commute, depending on the lights I hit. And again, I'm usually paying attention to my iPod**.

Another author talks about her exploits and adventures. Traveling around the country, moving on a whim, and other things I'm not allowed to do because I have a job, and a wife*** and responsibilites. I can't get up and leave just because I think it's a swell idea. I have to plan these things. Get time off work. Make sure it doesn't interfere with a drill weekend. Clear it with Wifey.

In addition to these things, I have some other things I can do to enhance the interesting factor in my life. Start drinking again. Develop one or more mental illnesses. Sleep around. Ignore trespassing signs. Start crap with complete strangers over something I would normally ignore. Vandalize restaurants. Disregard my personal safety and the safety of others.

...frick...I had a point I was going to get at, but my brain just died. If I come up with it later, cool. If not, well, hypothesize or something...

That is all.

*: There's really nothing wrong with my life. I promise. It's comfortable, simple, and easy to manage.

**: Don't worry, I pay attention to the road while I jam out.

***: I absolutely, whole-heartedly, and ridiculously LOVE my wife. I want that to be perfectly clear. She lets me get away with crap for which I imagine most guys would get smacked. Or at the very least, eyes rolled at them.