Country mile
Well, the weekend is almost over and the most I have to show… other than some fancy foreign bottle caps for my necklace-making collection… is a phone with no backlight. Oh, and stories of what has turned out to be one of the best weekends ever. I was even impressed with Jack’s Mannequin live. and Kyle’s friends in carbondale are pretty worthwhile, though, I’d like to state for the record that after drinking with frat boys last night… I have again lost respect for the males of our species. I mean, really. Sometimes it’s hard to say if the majority of them are bad or not. And I don’t know what it was about me that was able to get around “mixed company” rules. But it really freaks me out to be in situations where I am obviously being treated like “just one of the guys.” Typical. Luckily, I was drunk enough to make fun of the kid who paid for sex 5 times in Germany. And then went off about how it’s just the prostitutes job to give him a half hour of sex if that’s all she says she’s willing to pay for. And that I think it’s ridiculous he can’t just have sex like a normal person. And I guess i was just really pissed that it’s somehow okay to treat prostitutes that way. Then I was thinking about how even in countries where prostitution is legal, a lot of the women will be trafficked and not understand that they have the legal right to leave. So after Kyle calmed me down once (I was a very good girl!) I was about to get all riled up again. Luckily, Kyle stepped in with this lovely bit of information… as verified by his viewing of Real Sports which is legit because it’s hosted by Bryant Gumble. So then I got to think about how this tool-of-a-boy was more-than-likely a rapist. I hope he sleeps well at night.
For that matter. He’s a pretentious mac user.
We’re headed to the terrible, wretched place of St. Louis for the night. I hate St. Louis. The worst part about the concert was everytime andrew mcmahon identified the crowd i was in as “st. louis.” I am not St. Louis.
Country mile by Camera Obscura:
Silver Birch against a Swedish sky
The singer in the band made me want to cry
We?re all inside our own heads now
We are leaving new friends
We are leaving this town
I wish you could be here with me
I would show you off like a trophy
The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns
Once again I?ll be the foolish one
Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come
Don?t you worry, don?t get in a state
I don?t believe in true love anyway
Who?s being pessimistic now
I could document this as our first and our last row
The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm
I won?t be seeing you for a long while
I hope it?s not as long as a country mile
I feel lost