SALT

I've been trying to post more, and the reason there hasn't been a post in the last couple of days is that Blogger was being weird and telling me that I should change my "cookie settings" and I don't know what that means. To me that means this:

And I got really confused. And like I do with most things in my life, I avoided it and pretended it wasn't happening for a while. But then I really wanted to blog. So I figured it out.

I HIT 1000 VIEWS!! YAY Thanks guys! Keep reading and commenting and it'll probably encourage me to write better :)

So I realized why it made me feel so good to listen to my old angsty music lately... because my normal music is way too depressing. It's so much easier to be angry and unapproachable than to actually let myself be sad. And Joshua Radin has definitely just helped me realize this. My college self tends to prefer softer music like The Weepies, Joshua Radin, She & Him... all of those folksy type artists. And those just don't cut it when you're trying to be chipper... well not chipper... if I'm ever actually "chipper" please do me a favor and shoot me.

I'm going to take some time to talk about my friend's blog, A Small Spot of Light Floods the Floor. Jenny's style is quirky, interesting, funny, and very similar to mine. So if I've managed to fall into a dark abyss of non-blogging and you need a fix, you should read her's :)

You know how some people have weird superstitions? That's me. I have never in my life, witnessed a salt shaker tipping over without tossing some over my shoulder. When Matt and Whitney found this out at the Haven Thursday night, they had a little too much fun.

And yes, I did in fact proceed to walk around the room tossing salt over my shoulder at every single table... And yes, Matt then felt it was necessary to knock several more over, and yes, I did throw salt over my shoulder for those ones too. It was a long night.

Finish Lines

I think my brain really enjoys messing with me. Last night I blogged about how I'm no longer an angsty teenager and that I was passed that. But my day has just been shit so far, and I find that I'm dressed in a manner than can only be described as the way I used to dress when I was an angsty teenager. I've also been walking around in public with my headphones in while scowling and ignoring people.

You'd think that I'd try to lighten up after I realized what I was doing, but I actually found that I enjoyed it. Being angsty reminds me of a time when my problems were so small compared to what they are now.


In high school we were all so eager for graduation day, the day when we would finally get our freedom from the dull routine of the public school system. And even now, in college, I find myself racing to the finish line. I think that we have a tendency to race through our whole lives, trying to get to the finish line of so many stages of our lives that we forget to just stop, take a break, and appreciate the scenery of those stages.

I'm not going to get too deep into this topic because then I'll probably be all "What is the purpose of life?" And that's just something I don't like to get into. My brain likes to stop working completely whenever philosophy is concerned.

I do wonder though, what my life will be like when there are no more finish lines to race to. Will it seem even more meaningless than it does now? I don't have the same goals as most other people. I don't think that having children and "starting my own family" is a goal that I care that much about. So that's one finish line you can cross off my list. 

All my life I've seen, heard, and been taught that life is all about those finish lines, or goals. Get good grades in school so you can get into a good college so you can get a good job so you can move into a nice house so you can start a family and retire. If life is all about crossing finish lines, then how are we supposed to enjoy the "here and now"? Of course all of this is easy to talk about now, while I'm feeling all angsty. But I'm sure that when this wears off I'll be rushing to finish college again.

Long Lost Love.



My Chemical Romance, Revenge, ANGST.



In high school, a lot people knew me for my overwhelming love for two bands. The first was Green Day. And through Green Day, I was introduced to the second; My Chemical Romance. I obsessed over My Chemical Romance's first two albums for a few years while in high school. I mean, they do scream "I'm an angsty teenager!!!" Which I totally was.

I saw them in concert twice during their Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge tour. The first time they were the opening act for Green Day (this was how I discovered them in 2004) and the second time they were the headliners.

This music video pretty much summed up my feelings for MCR and also sums up how awesome they were during Revenge.

Pretty damn appealing to an angsty teenager huh?

But when their next album The Black Parade came out, I was a senior in high school. I had pretty much gone through my super angsty stage and was becoming a strange and edgy hippy flower child. I was becoming more interested in bands like The Shins, She and Him, Joshua Radin... more mellow sounds than My Chemical Romance's shattering rock sound. Despite this though, I still bought the CD. I listened to it for a while but I became bored with the same dark messages that targeted the type of teenager I no longer was. 

So I had a sort of break up with My Chemical Romance. For the reasons above but also because they reminded me of someone I hurt... and I wanted to forget that for a while.

The break probably lasted almost four years. Last week I was watching Glee like I do every week when I saw this:



My Chemical Romance, Danger Days, less angst.



And I found out that My Chemical Romance had released a new album. I immediately did some research and started listening to the new album. To my surprise I found that I was absolutely in love with it. My Chemical Romance had reinvented their sound and it almost seemed to me that they had reinvented to exactly the sound I would love. They lightened up a bit, but kept their amazing quirkiness, unique style, and chilling lyrics. Gerard even stopped wearing eyeliner. The concept of this album is smart, interesting, and new. The songs are all incredibly catchy with clever lyrics and the same edge I know and love about My Chemical Romance. After listening to Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, I definitely can remember why I love My Chemical Romance and I'm so happy that I'm able to start listening to them again and revist my old love :)

 So I'll leave you with this: a great new song and the introduction to the Mad Max-esque concept that the album adopts.



My promise to post more often was an epic fail.

Update on the Microbiology test: I did 3 points worse on the test I studied non-stop for, than the one I didn't know about. Shows how awesome I am.

I'm listening to the new(ish) Joshua Radin album right now. He's a genius.

Lately I've been watching "Heroes" the TV show on Netflix. And I think we can all guess pretty easily who my favorite characters are... Sylar and Peter... because they're both tall, scruffy, and broody... obviously. Creature of habit here, but what are you going to do?



Sylar-- Awesome Villan



Peter-- Awesome Hero






















Sorry for the awkward non-flow of this blog so far. I'll try to make it better.

I had a kind of adventure on my way back from Worcester today. I was really proud of myself because I used to think that I had absolutely no sense of direction what-so-ever, but I've been noticing lately that that has been changing. I got out of class and went to leave the Worcester Campus and head back to the Leicester campus but Sever Street was completely blocked by this dufis who couldn't get his car out of a spot and a bunch of idiots who thought it was a great idea to park their cars in the middle of the street and get out and help him shovel (when all he really had to do was learn how to drive in New England snow).

So I had to use some of the side streets to get around these people. I found out that the side streets in Worcester are barely plowed and very dangerous. As I was weaving my way through these streets like a master, I came upon the same bimbo in a mini-van twice and both times she didn't look before coming right into an intersection and almost hit me. You know how they say people from Massachusetts can't drive? It's true. And if you're a Mass driver reading this right now and saying "That's not true, I'm a great driver!" You're either lying to yourself or you're one of the worst ones and should just give your license back right now.

Anyway, I managed to find my way to Elm Street and was stuck at the light there for ten minutes before I gave up and turned right because it was clear the light wasn't working properly... I figured that the sensor was broken or something.

So I continued on in the wrong direction, looking for a place to turn around, and figured; "hey, I've been the back way with other people driving before.... sure I've never driven that way myself... but why not give it a try?" So I did.

Apparently this was a HUGE mistake. The traffic was abysmal. And I really had no idea where I was going. I kept heading in the direction of the Worcester Airport signs... I figured they must head towards Paxton... But once I passed the airport I was on my own. Luckily I basically smashed into a sign pointing me towards Leicester and I found my way back alright :)

And then as a bonus, when I finally got back to Leicester, the parking spot that I had completely shoveled out last night was still available!