holy mother fuck, you guys! it’s been too long. i’ve been far to busy in the real world to keep up with the internets and my presence on it. [them?] life has been awesome. but i feel like i’ve dropped some threads that i want to pick up. i haven’t been to a show since january, i think. it wasn’t intentional. i was doing other things and hanging out with fun people and let it fall away. but i love [love love love] going to shows. so i am going make time for it again.
but! i’m going to a show tonight! dom at bowery ballroom with fergus and geronimo, friends, and total slacker. [if you see me, come say hi! i’ll be the girl with bits of turquoise hair and probably pigtails. the hair is an awkward length. something must be done with it in public.] i’ve already stashed my camera in my bag. so you can expect pictures if i can be bothered to write about it. which i totally will do. i’ve missed you. by which, of course, i mean that i’ve missed sending my flippancy out into the vastness of the internet for 2-3 people who love me dearly to read it.
you can expect a full report on boys that were cute and whose clothes i loved or hated. it’s what i like to think about. at least for the intents and purposes of this silly blog. probably i think about other things in the real world. probably. i guess i could write about the music, too. but i feel like it always comes down to either “i liked it” or “i wasn’t feeling it.” i’m not that great at music reviewing, it turns out.
anyway! tonight! bands! music! funtimes! i am so excited i might literally die. there will be so much happy concert face. i’m doing it right now in anticipation. [dear live music, let’s not ever be apart for so long again, okay?]
p.s. don’t you get really upset when people write “for all intensive purposes” when they mean “for all intents and purposes?” it makes me unreasonably angry. seriously, dudes, that does not even make sense as a thing to say. why are your purposes so intensive? how could that ever be a thing?
p.p.s. i do, however, love using literally when i mean figuratively. it’s just the right amount of hyperbole. and hyperbole is literally my favourite thing. [an example of hyperbole, or a statement of fact? hmm.] i have fun double standards when it comes to grammar and language. basically whatever i do incorrectly is okay with me. this includes not capitalizing unless absolutely necessary and punctuating expressively. [a friend once said to me, “who do you think you are? e.e. cummings?” maybe i do, liz. maybe i do.] but other people’s mistakes are just straight-up wrong and upsetting. for real though, i think there is a marked difference between knowing the rules and choosing to break them and not understanding the language you are attempting to communicate in when it is your native tongue. because in that scenario, i’m a brilliant language-rebel. using language as i please to reflect the patterns of my thoughts. i’m almost too exciting and cool.
