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Come on Alex, you can do it...17 December 2004 - 1103271089 Aaah... trudging home at 2 am through a foot of snow. That's what's been missing in the T-dot! So yes, made it home. Listened to the Arcade Fire the entire way, c'est tres bon... But no one thought to tell me there was a fucking foot of snow on the ground! Complete with four feet tall snowbanks on the sides of roads from the plows. Is this how I grew up? How fast I forget... My family laughed at me hardcore - I had brought running shoes. Definitely unprepared for the "winter wonderland" I encountered. My house is strange. It's pretty much the same. Boring as hell. Yesterday (my first night) I was back to eating bacon and tomato sandwiches and watching bad MuchMusic TV at 2am all by myself, just like in the summer. Very odd! So much has happened since I've been back here. Three and a half months of life, to be exact. My room is slightly emptier. I had no light, until an extra was found. I miss listening to music - no stereo, no laptop and the CD's I brought are MP3 CD's, playable only on my CD-Man. Durr... So tonight was Stars at Zaphods, which turned out to be quite the ghetto hole in the wall, even though it's one of the more well-known clubs here. The cieling was dripping on me all night... and it was small, but we were up at the very front. Sweet. Gentleman Reg opened, he looked like Jono. Stars (short article about the tour @ Chart) were quite good, though they didn't play Death to Death. Amy was... different than I thought. Older than I expected, black leather jacket, slightly mullet-like hair (shaggy 80's style), and pack of cigarettes in her back pocket. The left-handed guitarist was hott. Myra, who hadn't heard them before, bought the CD on the way out. So I don't feel so guilty that both of mine are downloaded. She also demanded I flash her. I did. Hott. Huda! - you better come online and tell me your story!! I'm out of the loop. I miss all y'all, I truly do. I want to come back. It doesn't feel Christmasy yet. It just feels like I'm sitting around, doing nothing, which I am. It's odd. It doesn't quite feel like home. |