merely talk

Oh it's love all over again. Last night I was one of the lucky few who got to witness Death Cab and Franz Ferdinand rock the proverbial socks off an enthusiastic E-town crowd.

Death Cab played a nice mix of newer stuff and older stuff, playing most of my favourite songs. The set was gorgeous with three layers of background, one buildings, one trees, and then two little houses on the stage. It was pretty cool. I was even inspired to buy my first ever concert t-shirt, which I will be wearing proudly for the summer.

I have to admit I'm not that familiar with Franz Ferdinand. I was at that concert for Death Cab, but they put on an awesome show. Very energetic and loud. And they had cute little accents....


All and all a good way to celebrate the end of another semester.

Labels: Music

Man my brain hurts. I find that I've pretty much given up on studying and am now just staring at pages and occasionally turning them. Even my pretty, pretty ipod can't keep me focused, and in fact is more likely a procrastination tool, than a study tool.

Oh dear.

I will be free and clear of this crap semester as of Monday at noon. Right now that seems like very close and very far all at the same time. There is a lot of work I need to get done by then, yet I want it to arrive so very quickly. i have big plans for this summer. Involving lying out in the sun, drinking on patios and investigating the question: how little work is too little work?

Anyway. I can't study anymore today, and I've spent too much time on myspace too, so my new form of prodrastination involves talking about myself on the internet...so lets talk about my weekend.

My favourite cousin jumped in a truck with a friend on Wednesday night, and arrived in ole E-town on Thursday night. Thus commencing a weekend of greasy food, beer, dancing and not sleeping. Also known as a weekend of fun. I tried to show her the best of Edmonton including Ethiopian food, my crazy friends, Whyte Ave, Halo and the great prevalence of Tim Hortons and pick up trucks. I let her and Pete discover the Mall without me on Sunday since I had to work, and I can't enter the place without spending money.

I think she had fun, I know I did, and I don't even regret the loss of study time that I must make up now. She's worth it dammit. And like I care about studying anyway. It's 20 degrees outside and sunny. It's going to be 22 tomorrow. How am I supposed to care about exams, or grades or crap like that when it's so beautiful?

I'm not. And as such I'm leaving this stupid computer lab, and the pretence of studying and going outside!

It's love guys. I've never felt this way about anything ever before. The moment I had it in my hands a wave of pure happiness exploded in me. I may have even jumped up and down and squeaked. But only thirty or so people witnessed that particular display, so it's almost like it didn't happen.

So last night, instead of writing my stupid paper on how the media helps reinforce the social construction of gender (snore!) I rediscovered my childhood by going through my CD's and loading songs on to my baby. It really helps that the bulk of my CD's were bought/burned while I was in high school. And man am I still a sucker for a catchy chorus and loud base line. The greatness of the rock ballad is seriously not lost on me. So I've been reliving some pretty awesome moments from high school (yes! they do exist), and playing with all the fun extra's that come with the ipod.

Okay. So I know material objects aren't supposed to give me this much happiness. I know that true happiness is surely found in interpersonal relationships and a true sense of one's self. But the thing is, this ipod and I have bonded more quickly and surely than I have with anyone I've ever met. The ipod doesn't question my somewhat mainstream musical taste. It doesn't have to go to work or class. It can be with me always, providing me with a thousand of my favourite songs of all time (currently we only have 658, but that will change soon I'm sure).

My ipod is my true love. Just call us iTessa.

Labels: Music