Another Friday, another rage. I love rage; its just music videos. Good ones, usually, chosen by guest programmers on Saturday and... someone else on Friday. Videos by actual musicians, often local... so i can see whoever i've seen that night with special effects (yeah, SFX. Musicians tend to have friends with Digital Media degrees). Its government sponsored (though not the station I work for) and there's no MTV bullshit, no much overplayed; just music.
I didn't go out tonight. Its been one of those annoying Fridays, the ones where I'm going to go out but have no compelling reason to, no band to see or friend to meet, so I just... hang out. Procrastinate. Eventually fall asleep.
Its sad, sometimes.
I finished a play last night, waiting until the very last minute to shit out some bullshit about being trapped in a lift with gig friends. It was interesting when it happened; people were yelling and cutting each other and I was panicing and calling dad. Afterwards we sat on the room of a King's Cross apartment, jumped into a pool with our clothes, and bullshitted while local museos sung Vines songs. It was, on balance, a good night.
The play's... bullshit. Stuff like my theory about the White Stripes (no, i don't have the new album yet) being robots controlled by crack addicted midgets. I forumlated this after someone who looked vaguely like Meg White at Homebake two years ago. Such are the persuits of my bored mind.
Its.. .nothing. Its a final assignment thats nothing, squeezed out at 5am after wasting time so I'd do it, accompanied by an explanation thats more like an apology. The self-loathing piles up.
Last weekend I went out for three nights in a row-- university dance, goth club, and dance club. Unfamilar music but good friends, and any excuse to dress nicely and dance is a good excuse.
I'm involved in a project now; working on writing something for a local Youth Theatre that will eventually become an opera based on William S Burroughs, toxicity, the body, and all that fun stuff. I go to junkyards and sewage treatment plants for research; its fun. I write a bunch when somebody tells me to; it is good.
I need to focus myself; my life is entering a better stage. i'm feeling less myself, but a semester of university just ended; my contract at work has been renewed. I have friends, people who give a shit. I dance.

things are good; things are transitional. Its winter here, and it isn't really cold

posted by Robot Devil at 1:36 AM