Spring Break Report (and a lot of emo bullshit)
Ahh, the end of spring break. It’s very bittersweet (much like the cookies I just made; mmm). Not nearly long enough, but way too long in other senses. Ach.
It’s been kind of a bummer week, honestly. So many of my good friends were so freakin’ depressed it wasn’t even funny — it was like walking around during a funeral. Vacations aren’t supposed to be shit! They’re supposed to be about laughing, having good times, and making memories. I guess there’s just not a lot of demand for those anymore.
My friends Lucky and Kaelin went to Japan shortly after I arrived back at my parents’ house (I already made the jokes about them not wanting to be in the same country as me, so don’t try it) and I’m extremely proud to announce that they’re engaged. It’s about fucking time if you ask me. Those two may as well be married already, just looking at the two of ‘em. Here’s to you, guys. :) I sort of jokingly called dibs on being the best man at their wedding, but Lucky was like “Sure man. Deal.” I guess I’m a best man now…whatever the hell those do.
Musically, I’m sort of at a standstill. My iPod ran out of battery and me, being the mental giant that I am when it comes to packing, forgot my charger when I dashed out of Columbia. I’d rather forget my underwear than my iPod charger. At least I know I’ve got at least one pair with me. You’d think that a guy with two charging cables would remember to take one, but nooo. I’m Jesse Fucking Cullen — when I forget, I go all the way. I’m so hardcore.
But really, what does that have to do with anything? Well, no iPod means I’m pretty much stuck when it comes to listening to music. Around my parents’ house, it’s all but devoid of music except for when one of Mom’s shows has a soundtrack to it. Other than that? Negatory. I kinda hoped that Chance and Michael would want to jam, but it fell through every time. Spectacular, eh? It’s not like it’s a band practice, seeing as we — or I, rather — don’t have a band. That fact alone bums me out so badly I want to cry.
At this point in my life, I always felt like I’d have a full band that practiced regularly, wrote songs, and would be on our way to playing shows. Hell, playing shows on tour even. God, that’d be fucking fantastic. Is it so hard to get a group of people to play music together? Really? I mean, honestly. You have bands that are made up of people who were friends since high school and now they’re still together, out melting the faces of everybody they come across. Me? I can’t really do that. I live three hours away from the people I knew in high school and, as bad as it sounds, the one guy who I really want in the group is…well, it’s sad.
I sort of figured that if I did come back here, then I’d have at least one person who’d want to be in a band with me, but I don’t think she really wants to talk to me anymore. I keep hearing “Oh no, it’s just ‘cause I’m busy,” or “You know her as well as anyone — do you really think she wouldn’t tell you if you’d done something?” but y’know what? I’ve had to put up with so much bullshit trying to read peoples’ minds over the years that I really have to wonder if I do know any of that junk. It sucks. C’mon people — at least return my fucking calls or tell me you don’t want to hear from me. Just so I know where the fuck I stand.
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Whew.
Anyway. The lovebirds ought to be getting into town here in a half hour or so and I have a lot of packing to do before I get to haul my ass back to Columbia in the morning. Fun fun. Best part? It’s snowing.
Yee. I’m not looking forward to driving on that.
…And oh yeah, here are those cookies I was talking about.
xo.
j
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