So, I saw a band yesterday at the Palomino yesterday in Calgary. My friend took me there to see his band, Matt Gig and the Intellectuals. They were really good and I enjoyed myself. Following them was The Liptonians. I don't really know why I was so attracted to their songs, but it made me cry and it made me smile and it made me laugh. For so long, I have been trying to de-attach myself from everything I enjoyed in high school, but after seeing them, I feel like I missed out a lot. Check them out. I think they are more than worth it. I wish I had a chance to talk to them. It is amazing what deep feelings of inadaquency does to you when you fall in love with something like music all over again.
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Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Freedom
I was speaking with someone about "being free". Personally, I feel I was most free-spirited when I was in high school. I could dress how I wanted. Now, I have to look older and more professional. I understand why, but I highly dislike being caged in this look that society wants me to be. High school was a time for exploration and finding yourself, but as soon as I left, I had to change everything. I loved my style, though it might have been harmful to myself.

I am sick of not being allowed to wear thirty bracelets at one time, or wearing dresses+pants together. I hate that I cant wear my detached pants, or bondage clothing anymore. Looking back, I had created one of the only ways I could express my feelings and now, even though I live by myself, I feel more trapped than ever. Isn't it funny how it works out like that? Well... I don't think it is funny at all. I think it is bullshit. I want to go back. I wish I didn't give it all away. I want my childhood back.
I am sick of not being allowed to wear thirty bracelets at one time, or wearing dresses+pants together. I hate that I cant wear my detached pants, or bondage clothing anymore. Looking back, I had created one of the only ways I could express my feelings and now, even though I live by myself, I feel more trapped than ever. Isn't it funny how it works out like that? Well... I don't think it is funny at all. I think it is bullshit. I want to go back. I wish I didn't give it all away. I want my childhood back.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Magic
Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE. I realize today is the 2nd, but it is still '09! Yesterday, I was at Chinook Mall where I met someone whom I have not seen in quite a while. While on a pointless adventure around a mall full of shops we would never go into, we came across yet another long lost comrade of our very crappy high school. He was working at a kiosk of utter awesomeness (because it is way more worth it than The Rocket - though I love The Rocket to death). Accompanying him was his co-worker who was also a part-tme MAGICIAN/ILLUSIONIST. OMG tripped OUT OF MY MIND. He showed me numerous of tricks and WHOOEEOEEEOEEEE... I don't know. It was so addicting to watch. Remind me to never ever go to a magic show. I can't afford to be addicted to anything else now.
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