So it's over. Well - not really. I still have Saturday. Sunday too. And day's encompass long periods of time... morning, afternoon, and nights. But for me - well, I just need to pretend it's over because the last time I wrote a blog entry I think I was just entering the 3rd grade.
Anyways, for a lot of people spring break entails the raunchiest moments of their lives, moments in which they released all their inhibitions (feel the rain on their skin?) and went out and lived their lives like they never had before, forgetting morals for the night, forgetting whats going to be left in their wallets for a while, forgetting whether they are single or married or - also usually forgetting everything that took place during the duration of the week due to inane blood-alcohol levels. A lot of people I know went to California, to Mexico, to places where the weather's great and bodies warm and life seemed to last forever. For me - I went home. I really don't understand spring breaks existence... for me, I'm either all or nothing. Give me a long break, or have me wait for the next big one. These miniature breaks in the midst of my schooling-groove sort of ruin things for me - I would have rather gone to school this week and got off April 20th, versus the 30th as plan goes. Do you care? I didn't think so either.
But that said, I didn't go much anywhere. Well, sometimes to Costco.Nowhere exotic. MTV Spring Break this was not. So for fear of reader-boredom, I will be chronicling my spring break in different varieties of writings - because, to reiterate, I really truly did nothing out of the ordinary. I didn't really want to. And for one, this will entertain me. I find writing these blog entries mundane. For two (is that a phrase?), this will entertain you - or actually, I'm guessing it will also annoy you. Which in turn entertains me - so either way, I win and you lose. Here goes:
FRIDAY: (Written in haiku format)
Drive home, forget school
Vail pass closed, entrapped in car
Many a finger I saw
I actually composed a video, so the next entry will show you how I spent the eight most monotonous hours of my life creeping alongside Vail pass. It got so bad that there were times in which I was able to turn my car off and whip out a magazine and read for hours as CDOT cleared up roads and I was stranded on the side of a totally remote mountain, working-heater-less and constantly forcing me to pour bottles of Heet into my suddenly-working jalopy. More on that later.
FRIDAY: (Written as a incredibly pretentious nostalgic self-memoir)
The warmest of warms shone through my bedroom window, early morning sunrays turning my child-hood sanctuary into a room of utter, purest ecstasy. The feeling - bliss! - of waking up, once again, not in the stink of the college dormitory but in the warmth, the comfort, the embrace of one's own home. My dog was the first to greet me, prancing into my room with the jingle of her identification tags, her loose tongue, her perceived smile we convinced ourselves was so, but really just the shape of her face as a the canine she was: Ever-loving. There was no difficulty in arising out of bed, no hesitation: To experience this new world of old, to be constantly swept away by simple objects which unexpectedly flooded one's mind with memories one had never though been of worthy of the life-records at the time, simple times when baking bread, simple times when watching movies with the family, simple times when....
OK, I've had enough, another sentence and I would've obliterated my computer with cuteness.
SATURDAY: (Written in list format)
- Drove to Twist & Shout (record store across from my old high-school, East, in Denver)
- Bought the following
a) Boards of Canada's Geogaddi (ambient electronic music, heavily influenced by nature, scary album)
b) Slint's Spiderland (1990's math-rock, literally uses mathematical equations to dictate it's songs, guitar wizardry at times)
c) Bark Psychosis's The Hex (post-rock album which means no lyrics and rock-and-roll instrument set as a sort of mini-pseudo-orchestra)
d) Sonic Youth's The Eternal (avant-garde rock, experimental and totally out-of-tune guitars. Enjoyable in a masochistic kind of way)
- Drove to Wax Trax records, looked around for My Bloody Valentine's Loveless (vinyl, already have CD), no avail
- Drove to Hollywood Posters (Colfax), about to buy Seven Samurai (seminal, as the name implies, samurai movie from 1950's by Kurosawa. Remade into equally good western, The Magnificent Seven, with Steve McQueen, Charles Bronson, etc. Show-offy, yes.) poster then changed mind
- Had philly cheese-steak at Ted's (across from Wax Trax), saw some not-yet-graduated high-school chums, talked about meaningless stuff.
-Did a variety of other stuff abysmally exciting. I am more boring than I sound.
SUNDAY: (Written as a confessional)
I cannot remember.
MONDAY: (Written in lol-speak)
yo doodz 2day was the day of dayz. alot of my frenz g2 cu boulder n they alraedy had their s-b, so i wuz kinda stuk in the lonesome. brb. ok, bak. lol. newayz, during the nite i went to the du camplus planetarium or whatevz itz called n stargazed 4 about 2 hrs or so. it wuz kinda cloudy so i kudnt c the best stuff but i got a gud view of saturn, very close up. you can go to. my friend haz a job there so i got in 4 free-ninenty-nine but i think it costs 5 2 10 bux a head 2 get in. its all on tha website.
Had I been reading this, I too would want to reach through my computer screen and gag me.
TUESDAY: (Written like Hemingway, only less classic)
I got tickets to a concert at Herman's Hideaway. They were free. The band was called the Microdots. I arrived, and found little crowds. I sweated profusely, and could not figure why. I use Red Spice. Guess it doesnt work.
The band was merely OK. But for free, why complain?
Hipster girls eyed me with confused interest. Did I fit their lifestyle? Was I one of them? Could they approach me?
Neurotic sensibilities led me to believe this. Truth was, my fly was probably just down. Later in the night, I found out it actually was.
I also spilled food on my shirt. Except I was aware of this. I just did not care.
I am glum and gloomy throughout the night. I think of The Smiths, "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out". I realize that was a very hipster thought.
I call my friend, tell him this: If I ever embrace that lifestyle, hang me by the threads of my own hipster-scarf.
WEDNESDAY: (Written as an Apple advertisement)
I went to Twist and Shout again.
I could browse the aisles.
I could listen to music. I could buy stuff.
All within just one store.
I bought My Bloody Valentine's, Isn't Anything, on vinyl. For just $16.99.
The new purchase, by Matt Duffy.
It's good.
THURSDAY: (Written in olde English hyme)
Aghast I went
From pawn to pawn
In search of a buyer, done mowing lawn to lawn
In need of money I went to and fro,
Constantly being told by buyers "no, just no"
A wide variety of things I had to sell
Lies of quality I speaketh of them, pitting my soul into the depths of hell
Finally, alas! A woman, at Quebec and Leetsdale
Buys me ole videogames, my face goeth pale
Initially at five dollars a piece, manager regrets and ponders his niece
A college education she must have, thus I must -
OK, I'll stop, this is getting terrible.
I spent all my money buying those albums I mentioned above, and finally found a copy of Loveless (by My Bloody Valentine, an album I would highly recommend if you're into the extents of what can be done with the careful manipulations of the electric guitar. Very dream-like, very trancey, very ethereal-sounding record... defined the 1990's shoegazer movement... without hesitation my favorite album, and one of which I needed on vinyl while I was in Denver) so anyways I spent about 4 days travelling pawn shop to pawn shop, from the sleeziest sides of town to places only slightly less so. I was convinced a couple times that they places I were at were own by mob-bosses... gold chains, Adidas running gear, slicked back hair... you think I'm making this up? It was unreal how these guys fit their movie cliches.
But anyways I amassed the twenty bucks to buy the album, and it sounds beautiful.
I am going to recommend this album again : I recommend this album.
(If you're scratching your head as to why I repeatedly mention this album in near all my recent blog entries, I will comfort you with a message of reassurance: Yes, I am medically insane.)
FRIDAY: (Written plainly)
Sleep - every muscle of my body relaxed. Every neuron of my brain just slightly less active than usual. My eyes rested. My hunger nonexistent, my thirst quenched, my needs gone, my worries far. So what better away than to kill one's daily slice of ecstasy than waking up in a bedroom flooded with their own feces? My bedroom, in the basement, is adjunct to what is likely the most annoying bathroom in all, um, history (Gee, I'm eloquent aren't I). During the night both the shower and the toilet had bubbled up, our main sewage line entirely backed up and flooding everything our five-piece family had to eat that day right back into our homes. I spent the majority of this day vacuuming (with our very handy industrial water-suitable vacuum) clumps of turds and finding myself oddly humored by the pieces of corn sprawled across my carpet, before commencing to throw up places I had just labored over. Very fun day.
The plumber we got was even weirder. The guy, once again, looked straight out of Goodfellas: White button-up shirt, gold chain, slick hair, dress shoes and slacks. He came into our house and pumped out gutters, finding that our gigantic pine trees in the front-yard were creeping their roots into our sewage line, blockading it. And for the 3 or so hours he spent down there, he came back up with not a single spot on his shirt. I couldn't believe it.
So it's 2:21 in the morning, and I'm sleepy. I realize my writing isn't totally sharp, and it's largely due to the hallucinations I have suffered from today by smelling my own digestive system. I will click Publish Post now and be done with this as my eyes are drooping off and I am fatigued. Goodnight, goodbye, farewell, etc, etc, etc.
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