My knowledge of terrible but wonderful music won us free beers last night. Last night, I drank more beers than I wanted to. I lost a glove in the snow. As I was taking off my boot, I realized this and went back outside to retrieve it because fuck me if I'm going to lose nice winter cycling gloves that I've only had for a few weeks. Maria had snacks. I like my life a lot, repeat that like some well-intentioned mantra. Instruction. Like your life. Repeat it enough and then it happens, as if by magic. Magic and work.

I take living in Chicago for granted. Tonight, I had planned to go home, eat some crappy take out, watch a sappy movie populated by beautiful people, and go to bed early. Instead, I'm going to (probably) see Cap'n Jazz. Cap'n motherfucking Jazz.



I listened to them when I was a teenager and it's been some time since. It is the soundtrack of being 16 and reading Don Delillo and Salinger for the first time. It is being awkward and unsure of who I was, who I would become.

The other option tonight was the Chicago Metaphysical Circus's Psych Fest at the Hideout. Nostalgia won out. I am really, really excited. I can't begin to say. Some day. I am doing this for teenage me. It'll be great.

New-ish Converge listened to finally.

It is so good. So, so good.

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"Life gets so good, sometimes I want to throw up."

I am terrible with e-mails but phone calls are hard to avoid. Phone calls from great distances away are my favorite. I love putting my life down for an hour at a time, go for a walk, and tell stories to friends who are genuinely interested in the mild, mostly pleasant happenings of my life.



I was speaking to a pal recently about the everyday shit, the this and this and that and that how I really like a bunch of bands right now, I'm really stoked on music and seeing music live and dancing to good records with whoever happens to be there, and hell, I can sort of keep time now, that's nice. I learned how to play an easy Velvet Underground song on the ukulele but I can't sing for shit.



We, as always, talked a good deal about where I'll be after Chicago. We talked about surprises. A year, even four months ago I couldn't see myself finally in a place that I don't feel ashamed of or sad or always so angry. It seemed like I had gotten stuck. Started drinking too much (sorry, Mom) and being more reckless than usual. Than I moved into an apartment alone and my life just started to happen. Magically, it seems.



I have met a lot of really great people in the last few months. I have had old friends from what felt like a different lifetime be friends again, and it's great. I have been lucky to randomly meet some amazing people to ride bikes with, to cook dinner with, to listen to music with, to dance with, to be with, that I can say that I'm happy with. I am young and I am stupid and I just want to have fun for a while. It's simple. I still have my days but those days are so few and far between, it's kind of nuts. There are other things, besides this, the most important, the people. There are things like, um, a second job. A part-time gig. Don't ask me about it, I won't find out for sure until a while from now. I'm really excited and I think it's silly that someone's willing to hire me to build shit, but that's fine. I'm fine with that. I am so excited! To spend! Lots of time! Around things! That I! Actually! Want!



Guys, I'm so stoked. I want to call all of my friends all of the time now.

Today I learned that Téléphone once opened up for Television.

Safe to say my life is getting brighter every day.