My computer blocked me from YouTube.
Of course, that’s entirely my fault for blocking a bunch of time-wasting websites past the time of 10:00pm. My blocker tells me with large text, “Shouldn’t you be working?” Yes, I should, but I’ve done a little bit of work today, and for me, that’s enough. I still have homework for class on Friday, but I figured I’ll just do that tomorrow night. Something tells me tomorrow’s class is going to be another tutorial on basic Photoshop, during which I will quietly read articles on the internet, tweet, and perhaps read some blogs and return some comments (I am so sorry I haven’t properly done this in a while, I just can’t catch up with myself). It’s just compulsory for me to be in that class. It doesn’t make sense to me – I have to be there, but if the work is too easy and dull and I’m not learning anything, it’s quite alright for me to do something else. Most teachers would get angry and say you’re being rude, and to leave if you aren’t going to participate. Regardless, this is university and you aren’t babied at this level, so I wouldn’t really expect the teachers to do much.
I wanted to see a video of Desperate Measures, a song by Marianas Trench. Recently I heard that the band – who are from Canada – are touring in Australia. I’m a bit giddy about it, because even though I overplayed them in my iTunes and ignored them for a while, they’re back in there again, pumping into my ears, and I’m keen on seeing them live. I’m trying to drag my brother Brandon along, because he’s a big fan – but he already freaks out at gigs. He’s what – seventeen, nearly – and having never been to a show, feels like they’re totally not for him.
I think people have got to give it a chance at least once.
I shall go alone if I don’t have anyone to go with – let’s just say I’m not missing this show. :D
I’ve been to more gigs at bars, than shows in theatres. I like the indie pop/rock that is played by local bands in fancy (or less fancy) bars. I’ve been in a theatre where tickets were sold out, and I didn’t really mind them. Of course, heavy rock and metal music shows still freak me out – I only think of the time I nearly suffocated at Avenged Sevenfold, but that thrill was a good one. Would probably think twice before going to another one – or at least being in the middle of the crowd.
I’m going to another gig on Friday – in a shady part of town… but I’m not going alone; Dylan’s coming with me, so I’ll be sure not to be mugged or beaten up. Just walk through and act like you know the place…
Thankfully, my sleeping patterns have improved a bit. I haven’t been waking up at ludicrously horrible times. I haven’t been waking up later than 8:00am, which is brill – though that’s not quite early enough to get to work on time. @_@ I’ll get there, I’ll get there. I’ve been feeling ill as of late – not really dealing well with public transport, or in the car for that matter. I’ve been feeling nauseous every time I am moving when I am not moving myself. When I sit on the train or bus, for no longer than a minute, I feel the need to vomit. 🤮 I get the feeling I’m just not eating well. Also, my reaction to the dairy food I’ve been having lately leads me to think I may be lactose intolerant. /ehh
Whatever, s’all good. I’m still feeling A-OK. Talking to James on the phone at night makes me smile. :)