21022010 - Soundwave!

Sunday was Soundwave-day woo! It was pretty much a wonderful experience. A quick rundown, because I'm not feeling so eloquent today:

Heat. Hot Hot Hot heat!
Heroes For Hire, Motion City Soundtrack
Mud. Free water and sooo much mud. Black shoes became brown.
To Write Love On Her Arms tote bag!
Beautiful cloakroom boy from my past. A sign?
Paramore! Waiting in heat for an hour, delays, delays. Full circle moment!
Placebo, silver pants
AFI! On the barrier, Davey was a drama queen, a true performer. Spot on music. Old + new songs, tight set = highlight of the day.
Chips on a stick. Amazing spiral-ness haha.
Escape the Fate! Amazing mosh. Sooo much energy. Should've played more older songs but at least they did play my favourites!
HIM, intense but lacking the connection to the audience. Idk, maybe I was just tired? Nonethless, was great music.
Home time! bottles bottles everywhere.
Taking off muddy shoes before heading inside. Shower, sleep = perfection!

interested in you

This will be a normal post (I hope).

I am going to Soundwave this weekend! I am soo excited. This is honestly...a dream line-up for me. Some of my favourite bands in one day - I never thought it would ever happen, but it is! I'm also starting uni again in just over a weeks time, which I am also really excited for! I got my new student card in the mail, finalised my timetable. Pretty much all the rooms I'm in this semester are new to me, so I get to conquer more of the university! Today I bought new Converse shoes, they're completely black canvas, low cut all stars. I got my first pair of Converse shoes on the 11th April 2006. The date only sticks in my mind because there was a lot of cool stuff happening at the time and I rarely bought stuff for myself out of my own money because I didn't have a job then. They lasted me a good 4 years and have been through a lot of 'first' moments for me. I'm sad to have to throw them out cause they carry a lot of memories but they're looking rather ripped and hobo-ish at the moment (and are not at all pleasant to wear in the rain). Nonethless, I have continued on the shoelace pattern I used on these shoes on my new pair, so the legacy lives on perhaps? Haha, this is so funny I'm talking so much about shoes. It's hard to explain how much symbolism they have to me though.
I also bought a new little bag I can sling across me at Soundwave so I can mosh, look stylish and and be sensible at the same time, with my phone, money, sunscreen and emergency Nutella sandwich tucked in place =].

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I'm sorry.

I don't know how I could possibly say that to make you understand how much I mean it.

I wish you could tell me the truth, and then I could tell you mine. Just say it. I already know, I just need your confirmation, that I'm not just crazy and misinterpreting this.

But yeah...I'm sorry I hurt you. Things would be easier if it weren't all secrets and guessing.

these lyrics...

have brought me to my knees

"you want to be dressed in poetry,
but imagery doesn't fit.
you want resizing,
but darling dear,
get a grip."

How simple?
Do with it what you will. All I know is that I think I have to learn this lesson before someone I love dangles my faults in front of my face and says "where did you go?"

in the eye of the blurry beholder

I would believe in the craziest of things. The most farfetched, the never-going-to-happen's. I have this energy - this hope - that seems to most of the time make everything seem better. It's my own filter. It makes the distasteful palatable. It makes the never-going-to-happen's seem plausible. I like to see the world with rose-coloured glasses on. I cannot say it is a foolproof method of defence. There are times when I feel that all is hopeless - but here I am. Thinking of you. Thinking I may stand out to you one day. Thinking that it's a viable option. That the statistics are against us - but it could happen. Well yes - it could. Maybe I'll find out you're a terrible, soul-crushing person. I'll re-read this blog post, and think I am the biggest idiot, for ever wasting any thought process on you. Or maybe you're so amazing. I hope it is this (of course). I want to know, even if it turns out that I think I'm an idiot for making you so important when you don't know me at all. You're a book I've only read the front cover of. I tried to decipher the blurb, but it was a bit hard to understand. Nevertheless, there are an endless amount of pages to discover. Our stories don't end. I think if I were able to read the first chapter, or even the first page, I might get a clearer glimpse of you.Though I suspect it will not be in chronological order, which will either be a help or a hindrance. I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'll be too scared of you to even attempt to open the book. I'll gaze shyly at my shoes - hoping you pick up on the nuances. But we're all to busy to pick up on nuances right?
I will be more confident. I have realised that only that is the key.