tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50744625605385410472024-02-08T11:52:24.858-08:00Doom for DarlingsDoom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-9958015705547081162010-10-06T10:35:00.000-07:002010-10-06T10:38:46.641-07:00GoodbyeAfter quite a while spent here, it's time to move on to bigger and better things. Both this and my personal site will be shutting down as I head in all new directions. If you are interested in following along, please leave me a comment with your email address (yourname at host dot com), and I will get you the new information. Thanks for sharing in the journey all this time!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-84179252852864435782010-09-16T16:59:00.001-07:002010-09-16T17:13:46.710-07:00Waiting and weightless"Did you ever even try?"<br />"Oh God, yes. I prayed to be changed, to be made different"<br />"That's not trying, that's waiting to be stopped."<br /><br />This conversation jumped out to me recently from the most unlikely of places: Dexter. After seeing articles about finding truth in television and then seeing the angry backlash when secular shows are highlighted as examples, I can't help but feel that this only backs up the argument that truth can be found in the most unlikely and sometimes unattractive places. In this case, as one serial killer talks to another before he kills him.<br /><br />For the record, this isn't saying that I don't believe in prayer - I'm saying that you have to take responsibility for things. Religion isn't a magic cure for everything. It's a relationship system. Somehow, that's been amazingly skewed.<br /><br />This has been a weird week. Keyword: traumatic. A suicide and bank robbery both entered the world of people I care about. I'm currently in the process of packing up to fly off for a few days, leaving all of it behind. As people continue praying here, I guess I'm just hoping that people will take those prayers a step further and follow up with an action. Send a card, seek help, talk to one another. Life is rough, we have to watch out for another.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-18583195552994158442010-09-01T19:29:00.000-07:002010-09-01T19:38:13.671-07:00The thing is...Sorry. I haven't posted anything for a while. The thing is, I have these amazing evenings now, and they aren't spent in an office. Sometimes they are spent on walks, or maybe watching my favorite movies, or maybe even on coloring nights, because even adults need those 96 colors of crayons now and then.<br /><br />I officially have a full-time job and I officially rarely stay late. I have a new gym that is pretty awesome. I have friends and a boyfriend that are totally awesome. Life is good and I'm enjoying it right now. I hope you can all say the same thing. Call someone, go outside, do something nice for no reason, or buy a big box of crayons. For goodness sake, enjoy it!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-78070297215723147082010-08-10T18:30:00.000-07:002010-08-10T19:36:46.389-07:00Lolla 2010: The List<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TGIMSU9MCeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2Jkn4dZjilo/s1600/IMG_0814.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TGIMSU9MCeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2Jkn4dZjilo/s320/IMG_0814.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503975203602696674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm back and recovering from both Lolla and starting a new job. This is the first night I am not working, crammed into the middle of thousands of screaming and sweating people, or sitting in a small car with two others and enough luggage to collectively last us a month. I am sprawled appropriately.<br /><br />Instead of telling every detail of the trip (I don't feel like writing it right now and you probably don't ever feel like reading it), I'm going to do a post in mostly lists and summaries. Enjoy!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHO I SAW</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">/HEARD</span><br />The Walkmen<br />Jukebox the Ghost<br />Mavis Staples (+ Jeff Tweedy)<br />American Bang<br />Ana Sia<br />The Big Pink<br />The New Pornographers<br />The Black Keys<br />Wild Beasts<br />Stars<br />The XX<br />Dawes<br />Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros<br />Cut Copy<br />Phoenix<br />Dodos (+Neko Case!)<br />Mumford and Sons<br />Mutemath<br />MGMT<br />The National ( +Richard of Arcade Fire)<br />Arcade Fire<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHO I LOVED</span><br />New Pornographers (just a solid set)<br />Black Keys (always, always good)<br />Stars (I've waited three years to see them live!)<br />Cut Copy (biggest dance party)<br />Mumford and Sons (happiest; awesome performance)<br />The National (Matt walked through the crowd, was close enough to touch)<br />Arcade Fire (it's Arcade Fire, c'mon)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BEST CROWD/WORST CROWD</span><br />Mumford and Sons or Cut Copy/Edwarde Sharpe or MGMT<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WEIRDEST CROWDS</span><br />Lady Gaga and Gogol Bordello (wow)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FESTIVAL SIGHTS</span><br />Drunk girls vomiting at the exit<br />A Viking<br />A full Indian head dress<br />A guy in a quilted, corduroy, floor-length skirt<br />Girls in just bras<br />A pink man<br />The green guy from <span style="font-style: italic;">It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia</span><br />More hipsters than I ever want to see in my life ever<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WHERE WE ATE</span><br />Eleven Diner (love!)<br />Lula's Cafe (awesome vibe and food)<br />Jamba Juice (food poisoning)<br />Giordano's (oh man)<br />Argo Tea (great little morning stop)<br />Ina's (love!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">DETOURS IN CHICAGO</span><br />Suck<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IN CHICAGO</span><br />Is awesome<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">MILES WALKED</span><br />One million<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">HOURS IN MY CAR</span><br />It felt like eight days<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TIMES YELLED AT BY OLD MEN IN THEIR UNDERWEAR</span><br />One<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TIMES I FELT LIKE STABBING SOMEONE</span><br />No comment<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">VISIBLE BATTLE WOUNDS</span><br />8<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">FINAL VERDICT FOR LOLLAPALOOZA 2010</span><br />AwesomeDoom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-11543084130782975002010-08-04T19:42:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:48:37.278-07:00Calm before and after: StormsA great day followed by a great night. Storms are rolling in (the sky is staying lit up by all the lightning at this point) and I am safe and comfortable in my apartment, settling in to watch it all. I was able to meet up with everyone from my now previous job as well some friends that I have known for the past few years. There's a real sense of closure to it all.<br /><br />I start my new job on Tuesday morning, but between now and then I will have a roadtrip, Chicago, and Lollapalooza in all its loud, sweaty, crowded glory. I can't wait. What was concert season last year has turned into vacation season this year, and this weekend kicks it all off. All of my trips are already paid for and have been approved at the new gig, so some major traveling and relaxing are in my very near future.<br /><br />Until then, what looks like a wild storm is about to close one chapter and get me ready for the next...Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-83466316104326668672010-08-01T19:01:00.000-07:002010-08-01T19:03:58.297-07:00LollaIn other and brighter news, let me just point out that I am leaving for Chicago and Lollapalooza and all the beauty that they both possess in a mere four days. That's right. I will finally see Stars, live. And Arcade Fire. And....yeah. Updates will absolutely be provided!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-23271592114425043142010-07-31T10:42:00.001-07:002010-07-31T11:13:48.300-07:00No More Kool-AidSince my last post, a few people have contacted me wanting to know more about what's going on. There are a lot of ways I could respond. The past nine months have been challenging and frustrating. A lot has happened that shouldn't have, and I'm walking away much wiser than when I started.<br /><br />If you treat people well they will stay, and if you don't, they will leave. That is what a lot of my decision comes down to. I can put up with a lot, and take a lot, but at some point I have to question if it's worth it. After nine months of canceled plans, late nights, rough days, broken promises, and some blatantly bad situations, I have decided to walk away from what I initially thought was a good thing. To say that I will be happy when this chapter is over is an understatement.<br /><br />When you have a handful of people in one room, and one of them stops drinking the Kool-Aid, you have a problem. As the non-drinker in the room, it has been interesting to see puzzle pieces fall into place and to see the ripple effect of my decision. I know a lot, I'm unhappy, I know a lot of people, and therefore, I am a threat. Silence is golden, and this whole ordeal has really opened my eyes to this: I'm basically being paid to be quiet right now. A whole campaign is set to be announced at the same time that I leave. It's all very bizarre to watch.<br /><br />I have three days left, then I am heading out of town for a much needed break from everything. I'll listen to concerts for days and ride trains and laugh so very much. I can't think of a better way to start a new chapter.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-65326099208009598982010-07-26T19:36:00.000-07:002010-07-26T20:38:56.600-07:00Great Escape<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TE5UwCJRhoI/AAAAAAAAATI/xkhyCRwUeNA/s1600/b98c41e4ceacd74ad53d837eae68e1f530439a27_m.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TE5UwCJRhoI/AAAAAAAAATI/xkhyCRwUeNA/s320/b98c41e4ceacd74ad53d837eae68e1f530439a27_m.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498425379252176514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And just like that, I'm looking at job postings again. Getting my life back. Wondering what took me this long.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-32802136887977899482010-07-16T20:37:00.001-07:002010-07-16T20:54:44.792-07:00I KnowI know.<br />What do you know?<br />I know everything. I know everything.<br /><br />This is the dialogue from a scene in <span style="font-style: italic;">Happily Ever After</span>, a French movie I stumbled upon a little while ago. The delivery of these lines, specifically the last one, is dead on.<br /><br />And tonight, I'm there. I've been enlightened. Almost three hours of conversation has left me almost nauseous with the reality of what I know and what I am dealing with. It also makes me slightly excited. You can do a lot with knowledge - especially when no one knows you have it. Game on.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-91477233583890834962010-07-04T10:11:00.000-07:002010-07-04T10:23:51.329-07:00Road trippin', round 1I just got back from a much needed mini-vacation and road trip. I had an awesome friend, weather, music, hotel, food, spa, and experience. Instead of telling all kinds of vacation stories, I'm just going to share a few photos to sum up the trip. Hope everyone is having an awesome 4th weekend!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDDd7WE1rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AN1KXbaxNzM/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDDd7WE1rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/AN1KXbaxNzM/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490102864678540978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDDdK-gZZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3omGmPf2FiQ/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDDdK-gZZI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3omGmPf2FiQ/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490102851694781842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDDcKGq_3I/AAAAAAAAASs/s8NR7nfntFg/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDDcKGq_3I/AAAAAAAAASs/s8NR7nfntFg/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490102834280726386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCN6doOzI/AAAAAAAAASk/tEJXNrHSubk/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCN6doOzI/AAAAAAAAASk/tEJXNrHSubk/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCN6doOzI/AAAAAAAAASk/tEJXNrHSubk/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490101490052250418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCNIy2lAI/AAAAAAAAASc/dra1dpTF0L4/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCNIy2lAI/AAAAAAAAASc/dra1dpTF0L4/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490101476719498242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCMcGD8iI/AAAAAAAAASU/QzIu1-7PiGI/s1600/IMG_0635.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCMcGD8iI/AAAAAAAAASU/QzIu1-7PiGI/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490101464720470562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCLhKFOrI/AAAAAAAAASM/0U6b4Es6VtI/s1600/IMG_0621.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCLhKFOrI/AAAAAAAAASM/0U6b4Es6VtI/s320/IMG_0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490101448899639986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCKj1NMqI/AAAAAAAAASE/MQoGSkN89K0/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TDDCKj1NMqI/AAAAAAAAASE/MQoGSkN89K0/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490101432437519010" border="0" /></a>Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-27914728888182398022010-06-21T18:19:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:18:33.258-07:00Things You Can't Unsee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TCjUhesfDyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CrEDvjIi1_Y/s1600/bluebottles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TCjUhesfDyI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CrEDvjIi1_Y/s320/bluebottles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487869817591369506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As we all too often say in our office, there are just some things you can't unsee. This weekend verified this statement more than I had wished it would.<br /><br />Our office party was Thursday and really set off the weekend. The whole invite and theme was based on drinking, so I knew this going to end with half of the room being a hot mess. I didn't expect quite as many people to show up, and easily over half of the room was completely trashed. My fellow sober buddies and I discovered two all-too-convenient Nerf guns and entertained ourselves for a good two hours. At least one person slept in their lawn that night, and we had to stop one person from calling the intern (a client's daughter, at that) to inform her that she was a slut. Seriously, people.<br /><br />This weekend kicked off yet another Comfest. It's a free festival in a park downtown that draws hippies and potheads from around the world. Or, it's a "Community Festival". We went one night after dinner. To be fair, I was already tired and had put in a long day that followed a long week. A few minutes in I felt something wet hit me in the dark and I was ready to leave. The smell of pot was overwhelming, everyone was drunk and slurring, and I had already seen three sets of painted boobs. I know that this is a great way to catch local bands, but I have a really hard time getting into it. In the eyes of most people here, not liking this event makes an evil terrorist, not worthy of living in this town. To each his own, I guess?<br /><br />The rest of my weekend was spent with friends, one of which will be leaving town in a matter of days. I've known this person longer than anyone else I met here, and we've been through some pretty good and bad times together. I'm excited and sad at the same time. This weekend did offer some really great opportunities for us to catch up, talk, hang out a few good times. Tonight, I will be picking up several items I am buying from him. No more mattress on the floor or eating at the computer for this girl!<br /><br />A slow day at work. Cloudy outside, freezing inside. I'm practically hugging this godsend cup of tea in front of me and wondering why we are listening to French elevator music. Hello, Monday.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-73806340790385360652010-06-14T20:07:00.000-07:002010-06-14T20:50:29.959-07:00Where'd you get your name from<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TBb2ApyY5VI/AAAAAAAAARk/I-gQrGx15Hk/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TBb2ApyY5VI/AAAAAAAAARk/I-gQrGx15Hk/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482840087447790930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes, remembering where you came from means making a trip back. Such was the case this weekend as I drove to visit one of my favorite people. There is just no place like a grandparents' home. I love hearing my grandma's stories about how she grew up, met my grandpa, became an army wife, and raised four kids. Her life is so interesting and so different from the life I find myself in, and I think that's why I appreciate it so much. She comes from another world that I have the utmost respect for.<br /><br />I'm starting on my summer road trips and couldn't be more happy. The open road, my new little car, and my favorite people on the other side of those miles. I'm hoping to take a day off and travel to one of my <a href="http://www.21cmuseumhotel.com/">favorite little places</a> down south soon. Chicago in all its glory is coming up and I am counting down the days for that trip. Hopefully this year involves significantly less stress than last year.<br /><br />In other news, I am currently black and blue over various parts of my body. I love it. I joined a local Fight Club and I'm taking the fundamentals class. It's a contact class, and since they know me and know I can take the hits, they are a little more comfortable actually hitting me. My ice pack is getting a lot more attention, and I am able to walk into work wearing my bruises ever so proudly. On a funny side note, this class served as a couple of date nights. Nothing like punching each other to really set the mood. Now, if only my running schedule could go as well as these classes...<br /><br />And on that note, the morning is coming up and bringing an early make-up run with it. Have a fantastic week!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-12071929477377858522010-06-06T19:35:00.000-07:002010-06-06T20:38:01.377-07:00Observations on a very good day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TAxo-tyN4eI/AAAAAAAAARc/mx1iYAnhb60/s1600/jess_gough_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TAxo-tyN4eI/AAAAAAAAARc/mx1iYAnhb60/s320/jess_gough_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479870273254449634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />:: I started a new running program and the first day was a wild success. I would rather be punched repeatedly than run, so this is saying a lot. Day 2 is either Tuesday or Wednesday, and I'm actually (gasp!) looking forward to it.<br /><br />:: I woke up to yet another tornado warning (third? one this week), snuggled down into the covers, and woke up to a most beautiful and perfect day. Fluffy clouds, blue skies, sunshine, and a nice breeze. My run was followed by a drive, a walk, and some outside reading.<br /><br />:: There are a few people that I see around all the time. Out of these, there are a few that I am dying to meet. Today, I can finally mark one off the list! There is a guy who has really interesting hair, clothes and, in my mind, a really interesting life. He's either brilliant or crazy or both, I think. Today, on my walk, I stopped to grab tea and he happened to be inside. <span style="font-style: italic;">He </span>asked <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> about <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> hair and I almost felt honored. Then, we had a whole conversation about my hair color (it's black, purple and red) and how he liked it because it was both subtle and unique. We are going to be bff's before you know it.<br /><br />:: I am noticing that people downtown very rarely go over to apartments and homes to socialize. If that happens, it's usually a big deal or for a big event. This makes me kind of sad. We all go out to eat, or grab coffee, or grab tea or whatever when we probably don't even want the food/drink. I feel like a lot is lost when people stop sharing homes. There is a certain comfort, safety and belonging that is unique and slowly fading. I believe I see a new goal ahead.<br /><br />:: I'm trying to refocus on finding a balance that has been missing for a while. So far, this has involved more time with friends, more time with books, saying no to more events, calling my grandmas on the phone, reconnecting with my friends that are many miles away, and painting my nails once a week (and taking my nice long time to do so!). I recommend all of these things.<br /><br />:: Life is short and a lot more simple than we allow it to be on a daily basis.<br /><br />*Photo by the amazing <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jessgough">Jess Gough</a>. Check her out!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-38906478994677055052010-05-31T16:11:00.000-07:002010-05-31T16:56:08.232-07:00Killer week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TARMVEXWDJI/AAAAAAAAARU/LA14AXNEOv8/s1600/zombies.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/TARMVEXWDJI/AAAAAAAAARU/LA14AXNEOv8/s320/zombies.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477586971621985426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You know how some days feel like a beating? And you know how sometimes those days all gang up and attack in one week? That's exactly how this week was. Three 16-hour days, no art director, no creative director, no project manager, a copywriter that had been with our company for one day, one emotional rollercoaster that doesn't even make sense, and the biggest project I've been on thus far. Despite the severe beating, I am proud to report that this girl fought back has now re-branded her first TV station and survived.<br /><br />The week was rough, but has turned into a most excellent and beautiful weekend. I had a nice long talk with my boss on Friday and then left early for a hair appointment. I had a near-perfect dinner with my favorite people (it even ended with espresso and a tiramisu-like dessert). I went kayaking with parents, followed by a delicious grilled meal and nice walk with my favorite dog in the world. Today, my sunburned self has been decidedly lazy while working on projects around my apartment. Also, it's been storming and pouring rain all day. That's all the justification I need to just stay inside.<br /><br />It's been a lot more difficult to justify the hours I put in at work lately. I know that it's part of the business, and that this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and that I will have an awesome portfolio. I get all of that and I appreciate all of it. That said, when you don't talk to family friends for days, when you have skipped several meals, when you are going home to sleep for a few hours a night before doing it all again...it's just not as easy to justify. My boss has assured that things are changing, and I believe him because we're already seeing the change, but some weeks I wonder just how much longer I can stay with this schedule...<br /><br />I'm going to finish out my lazy evening with a movie and what sounds like another storm approaching. Happy Memorial Day, all!<br /><br />*Image in honor of my city's annual zombie walk, where hundreds of people dress up like zombies and walk downtown to collect food for the hungry. I love this.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-43001562455776318532010-05-26T03:06:00.000-07:002010-05-26T03:12:50.703-07:00ShiftAfter sitting in the same chair, working for 36 of the past 48 hours, I am realizing that I am not ok with this. This could be where things get interesting.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-14433687325844035592010-05-23T08:34:00.001-07:002010-05-23T08:55:35.306-07:00Sighing so much more<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S_lPOJK37tI/AAAAAAAAARM/3v_JTpmawAY/s1600/IMG_0563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S_lPOJK37tI/AAAAAAAAARM/3v_JTpmawAY/s320/IMG_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474493926443839186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All the windows have been thrown open, birds are in a frenzy, and my apartment is cleaner than it has been in weeks. It's been so nice to be home for a whole day and a half!<br /><br />I managed to catch two shows this week: Metric and Mumford and Sons. The two couldn't be more different, but they each held their own.<br /><br />I saw Metric just last year and was blown away by the energy of Emily Haines, who hopped, kicked, lunged, and rocked out the entire time. On top the energy, she was wearing a silver sequined dress that basically sealed my love of all things sparkly (you had better believe that if I ever find a dress like that, it will be mine). This week's show was still great, but it had a completely different energy than the last time I saw them. Quite frankly, they look exhausted. The talked exhausted. They skipped the encore hoopla and played another song (more bands need to do this!) before exiting the stage. In a way, I respected them more for this. They played an acoustic version of Combat Baby that, to me, fit the night more than anything they did.<br /><br />(*Side note: I totally watched them make a Starbucks run at the place right outside my window the next morning. "Oh, look, isn't that Emily Haines...")<br /><br />Last night's sold out Mumford and Sons show was unique before it even started. People were offering $200 on Craigslist as far back as two weeks ago - and no one was selling. Last night, I had to walk through a desperate crowd, begging to pay me whatever I asked for my ticket. I'm so glad I didn't sell out. The four boys from the U.K. put one a show that easily makes my top 3 of all time. The openers, The Middle East, put on a great opening act and then joined Mumford later in an 11 person hopping, whooping, banging jam session that had everyone in the crowd literally dancing and jumping along. Between songs, the guys were actually really funny and talked quite a bit. They also played two new songs that make me think that their next album is going to be just as stellar as their first. If they are playing within a few hours of you and the show isn't sold out, get a ticket!<br /><br />In other news, I'm rebranding a local TV station this week. As, starting tomorrow and due to the client on Thursday. Me, the girl who gets zero channels. Our creative director left last week and more work and responsibility has fallen on my plate. Great opportunities and learning experiences are ahead. I'm starting to get a little tired from the constant work and stress, so I'm hoping to make a push through this week and then enjoy an unheard of four (four!) whole days to use as I please. Just. One. More. Week.<br /><br />Hope it's as sunny there as it is here. Enjoy your Sunday!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-81762119797103520982010-05-15T15:36:00.000-07:002010-05-15T15:39:54.570-07:00Let's Do ThisOhmygoodness Ohmygoodness. I am going to see these guys tonight. At an art party. With a photo booth. And costumes. In a three-story Victorian house. Holla. Back. Now.<br /><br /><object height="205" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pVdg42EEhc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pVdg42EEhc&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="205" width="300"></embed></object>Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-67949651999925748232010-05-12T19:23:00.000-07:002010-05-12T20:14:11.736-07:00Trapeze swinger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S-tucNBtZ2I/AAAAAAAAARE/Qm_vzfB1ew4/s1600/untitled-4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S-tucNBtZ2I/AAAAAAAAARE/Qm_vzfB1ew4/s320/untitled-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470587603183822690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tonight, instead of going to a show at planned (Local Natives, in case you were curious), I sat at home and read the first book the Scott Pilgrim series. Every ounce of nerdgirl in me was thrilled by this. Here I am, book read and ready to fall asleep at 10:30 on a Wednesday night. It's boring. I'll take it.<br /><br />Tomorrow, I am going to an event that features the city's best restaurants. This event is held in one of the coolest buildings in town and I'm really excited to check it out. The only issue: what do I wear?! And will that outfit allow to eat as much as humanly possibly and still look remotely classy?!<br /><br />Friday involves an art party. Friday or Saturday. One night is a patron preview and one is an all-out art party with the artists and the city's best DJ's. We'll see how the week plays out...<br /><br />I decided to take one for the team and volunteered to work an event with my company on Sunday. This involves going back to the lovely hills where I grew up. I'm carpooling with a guy from work that makes me laugh nonstop and I'm taking him on a tour of the town after the event. The accents! The town! It will be a night of many stories, I'm sure.<br /><br />All of these events happen and I honestly just find myself at them. I rarely aim to attend most of them. I don't have some event wardrobe (more like a closet full of clothing anxiety waiting to happen), high-profile job, or special event budget. I invite people to events, they return the favor. People think I have some glamorous life when really, I am more like the kid lost at the grocery store who wanders into the circus. I'm fortunate, and I love the experiences I am able to have, but I am most happy with my best friend, my oldest jeans, and warm tea. If anyone wants to envy any part of my life, I would think it would be wisest to envy those quiet moments.<br /><br />Despite the hectic schedule, I've really been able to focus more on my friends and family lately and it's been a nice change. So I miss a few shows. Hanging out with my best friends is better. I spent some time at home over the weekend, got to see my family. I'm hoping for not only a visit to my grandma's, but maybe even a weekend trip (!) soon. Oh, I can only hope.<br /><br />So much rain here. Perfect night to not. leave. my. house.<br /><br />*Side note: The circus is in town and they have taken over the lot next my office. You don't even know how tempted I am to sneak in and run away with the circus for a good year. My life may not be complete until I have done this.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-39834541889363951922010-05-07T19:12:00.000-07:002010-05-08T06:29:54.717-07:00The Whole Wide WorldOh my. It's been almost a month since I last updated. How did that happen?<br /><br />In the month that has passed, I have been working a lot and loving it all. For a company that started just over a year ago, we have gone from three original people to soon-to-be 13. I could tell you a bunch of numbers right now. How many hours I just worked in one day, or how many projects are in my task list (your jaw would hit the floor), or even how many thiswillonlytakeasecond quick projects are thrown into the mix every day. I could also tell you how many people were there late with me (most of them), how many hours they also worked, how many days we brought in breakfast for each other, how many hours our lunch was on Friday, or how many times "thank you" was spoken this week. Add the number of times we made our clients happy to that whole mix and you have a pretty good place to be.<br /><br />While my concert visits have dropped significantly, I did catch Broken Social Scene. Not only did I catch a BSS show, I caught a BSS show that had a grand total of about 150 people there. Total. Sure, the acoustics were so bad that Kevin had to put his sweatshirt over his head to block out the echo. And maybe they had to signal the beat to one another because the echo was so absolutely horrible. This, my friends, is why quality earplugs are key - they block that stuff out for you. Despite the unfortunate conditions, they put on a great show, joked with the audience, joked about the conditions, and just played around. To add to the weirdness of the night, the openers were none other than Ghostface Killah and Milkman. Not even making that up.<br /><br />I've been on a winning streak as of late. I got the chance to attend a hair fashion show earlier this week and that was a nice change from my usual music circuit. A lot of the show was done by students from a local beauty school, but there were still some really fun and impressive sets in there. VIP bebe. A couple of days later I won two tickets to a Pearl Jam show. I personally would rather be kicked in the head repeatedly than attend, but my best friend (who I do not judge for this) loves them and was a happy recipient of the two comp tickets. Paying it forward is the only way to go.<br /><br />A lot of my time recently has been spent with the amazing friends who put up with my weird hours. One of my favorite people is about to have a baby anysecondnow - all the way overseas. She had the fantastic idea of having people over here put together a playlist for the big event. Oh how I wish I could be over there. Another good friend of mine just informed me that she will be moving here in the fall and I couldn't be happier. We were roommates at one point and she is simply a lovely person. Lollapalooza (or Pitchfork...?) is right around the bend, as is a visit to a certain friend out west. Having friends all over the country (/world) is tough, but it's always so exciting when we find ourselves in the same place!<br /><br />Hopefully I will be back here before another passes us by. Have a fantastic weekend.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-63953888469879625612010-04-10T10:05:00.000-07:002010-04-10T10:33:16.318-07:00Soft ShockThe past couple of weeks have been...interesting. I'll start with the bad and go to the good. I want you to leave here happy.<br /><br />Death needs to chill out for a while. I lost my dog and my Grandpa one week apart. Even when you know it's coming, death still has a shock to it. I'm lucky to work in an amazing place, with some of the best people you can imagine. I haven't really told everyone I work with what is going on, but the few people that know have gone out of their way to be supportive and just plain awesome. My boss even surprised me and ordered me these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S8Cw98tsx-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CijxgHPLdvA/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S8Cw98tsx-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/CijxgHPLdvA/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458557326689355746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That's right - special edition Emily the Strange Jones soda. My dark little heart was bursting with design joy. My friends have also been amazingly supportive. I'm feeling overly fortunate this week. So much love.<br /><br />Oh, and I got these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S8C1chhsmSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AynYDJiab8M/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S8C1chhsmSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AynYDJiab8M/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458562250013710626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My office was abuzz with the deliveries I got yesterday. If ever in doubt, yes, send your girl flowers at work. Major points, fellas.<br /><br />Just to illustrate how strange it's been, I was standing in the middle of a Tegan + Sara show when I got the news about my dog. Two girls were making out in front of me, two were making out behind me, Tegan + Sara were putting on an amazing show, and I was arranging the burial plans for my dog. That (luckily) does not happen every day.<br /><br />Speaking of shows, I managed to hit quite a few last week. Starting with my favorites:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1: Joanna Newsom</span><br />Amazing, amazing show. Live, she is just beautiful and incredibly talented. If she is close, pay whatever they ask and see her!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2: The XX</span><br />I love The XX even more now. While they kept the show simple, they changed things up and added drama with some of the best lights I've seen. They were just genuinely <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span>. While the first opener, Nosaj Thing, blew us all away (seriously, check the guy out), the second opener jj was by far the strangest act I've seen. So.much.drugs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3: Tegan and Sara</span><br />A fun albeit interesting show. The girls are talented and authentic - switching instruments, talking to the crowd, putting on a good show. They thankfully played a lot of older songs and ended with my favorite, <span style="font-style: italic;">Living Room</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4: Temper Trap</span><br />Fun show, high energy. The lead singer moves like Michael Jackson. They ended by pouring water on a floor tom and going wild. The water went out into the crowd, up to the ceiling. Quite the sight.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5: David Bazan</span><br />I loved him and his band and their plain, stretched t-shirts. They want you to cry and drink, I think, and you still like them for it. I was happy to hear a couple of Pedro the Lion songs sneak their way into the set.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6: Passion Pit</span><br />Glow sticks. So many glowsticks. This was a fun show, but I felt like the venue was too big to really enjoy the spastic energy. One of my favorite parts was the three old (gray hair) women getting down beside us. They danced so much more than I did.<br /><br />So, life has been interesting. That might be a boring way to put it, but that is about as accurate as it gets. And I'm ok with that right now. Today, the sun is shining after two rainy and cold days. I'm cleaning and organizing, finally hanging things on my walls, and enjoying a fun playlist from <a href="http://blisslist.typepad.com/blisslist/">The Blisslist</a>, who always has cheerful noises to offer (and whose playlist just inspired the name for this post). May life never fail to be interesting...Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-59243947190358214962010-03-28T06:52:00.000-07:002010-03-28T11:31:42.637-07:00On and on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S69vn5ltT3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/tyFtVTG47HA/s1600/ba35ed04ea1c2fb944e395b44597dffbacc8c210_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9moKTmgVW0A/S69vn5ltT3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/tyFtVTG47HA/s320/ba35ed04ea1c2fb944e395b44597dffbacc8c210_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453700405033521010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The peaceful rain in my last post turned to ice, then snow. It's the end of March and I have a bright green, grassy front yard and a white, snow-covered back yard. When you live in Ohio, you just stop trying to understand life.<br /><br />It was another busy week at work, but changes are on the horizon. I'm meeting with my boss this week to just talk over my workload, performance, etc. One thing I've learned from this job is total responsibility. If I'm doing something wrong, I need to find out what it is and change that. No time for egos or hurt feelings at this point. If someone else is doing something wrong and I don't ask questions or change it, I'm just as responsible. This requires some stressful weeks and tough conversations. Hello, adulthood. I'm hoping that this talk will make these 50+ hour weeks either a thing of the past or fewer in number, at the very least.<br /><br />Yesterday I spoke to a group of design seniors at my old University. It was a strange thing to go back. It was also a strange moment of realizing how far I've come. Even though I have miles and miles (and miles) to go before I get "there", it's good to know I'm here, far from those scary, naive first years.<br /><br />This weekend began an impressive week of concerts. Temper Trap put on one awesome show on Friday. Throw water on a floor tom, move like Michael Jackson, and put on a show like that and you have me. Tonight is possibly David Bazan w/Headlights, tomorrow is Joanna Newsom w/Robin Pecknold (of Fleet Foxes), Tuesday is Tegan + Sara, and Thursday is Fanfarlo. And thus ends any chance of sleep or hearing past the age of 30.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-9376462240203803122010-03-25T16:46:00.001-07:002010-03-25T16:54:10.549-07:00Here not thereA rainy Thursday. The first night I've been home this week. Rain is running slowly down the window next to me, the one right above the radiator. A tree is rocking in the wind every now and then. Calexico is playing quite nicely with the sounds of the rain and the radiators. Happy to be right here tonight.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-40499678716884971312010-03-21T17:43:00.000-07:002010-03-21T20:20:07.100-07:00MoreI know that I typically tend to present a fairly optimistic and happy outlook on this blog. Honestly, that is how I tend to approach life. I have a good life. Still, I am human, and that I have a normal good/bad balance in my life. As quite a few of you reading this are close friends in far away places, I feel ok about opening up and being a little more candid about what's going on.<br /><br />I have recently hurt a lot of people that I care about. None of it was intentional, but it still happened and they were still hurt. I'm lucky to have the amazing kind of friends who want to talk through things and work through the hard stuff.<br /><br />As much as I love my job, it was really taking a toll. Either I couldn't spend time with the people I care about, or I was with them and in total zombie-mode. What came across as uncaring and distanced was really just stress and exhaustion. While I still cared deeply about them and what was going on in their lives, I wasn't able to be there or to be present. They made me realize that I had become "that person" - the one I never wanted to be. There are still a couple of conversations that need to happen, some friendships that need to be patched, but it feels good to be heading in that direction. There are few things as humbling as realizing that people are willing to go through all parts of life right beside you.<br /><br />I also recently had to make an incredibly tough decision in another area of my life. You know how they say that doing the right thing isn't easy? I am convinced that it gets less easy as you get older. There's more at stake, there's more to take into consideration. Even the right decisions involve a certain amount of unavoidable pain, and even if you are doing someone a favor, it might take some time before they are able to realize it. My friend has told me that I am a Summer Finn, and my only response is that no one wants to be that.<br /><br />Another work week starts tomorrow. More deadlines, more evening plans, more books to read, and two new notebooks to fill. There are more open windows and rainy spring evenings ahead. More tough conversations, more vulnerability, more cups of tea with friends. More decisions to make. And more of me is feeling like it's still all going to be ok.Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-64719108108648744612010-03-14T16:05:00.000-07:002010-03-14T16:51:09.713-07:00It's better if it glowsA week after being stricken and I am still battling the Never Ending Flu. I have thought I was better at least three times now, only to be back on the couch (or wishing I was) an hour later. It went from feverish, to head cold, to now a chest cold. I have consumed my weight in Ricola at least once by now.<br /><br />Despite the NEF, it's been a decent week. I worked a ton, but I also saw two shows, made a new friend, and spent an entire day with my favorite people.<br /><br />On Thursday, I saw <a href="http://www.myspace.com/vetiverse">Vetiver</a>, who put on a great show. The band was adorable <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> talented - hard to beat that, really. The opening bands held their own, too, which I find to be strangely rare. One of the bands even had (are you ready?) a glowing banjo. I swear it sounded better.<br /><br />On Friday I saw <a href="http://www.myspace.com/horsefeathersmusic">Horse Feathers</a>. While they were incredibly talented, there was never a change of pace. Just when a song started to really build, it ended. I was, however, really impressed with the opening band <a href="http://www.myspace.com/saintseneca">Saintseneca</a>. While their songs were short, they were also fantastic. If you get a chance to see them, you most definitely should.<br /><br />After a busy week, I had the rare chance to spend time with two ladies that will always be sisters to me. It's nice to be around the people that know you and love you the most even after years, babies, jobs, marriages, tough times, and good times have changed everything else. Sometimes, you just need to be around those people to make sense of the changes.<br /><br />Instead of losing an hour of sleep I came home and got twelve blissful, dead to the world, buried under piles of blankets, hours of sleep. For the record, I've never slept that much, ever. Oh sleep, how you've been missed.<br /><br />Tomorrow starts another week. Hope you all have a great start!Doom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074462560538541047.post-49069230703433751262010-03-11T14:31:00.001-08:002010-03-11T14:38:14.287-08:00Fun factsWork done in one day > hours of sleep in two nights<br /><br />Actual "meals" eaten this week: 1 (unless you want to count things like cereal and granola bars, and I don't)<br /><br />Average bedtime: 1:15 am<br /><br />Average wake-up time: 6:40 am<br /><br />Average weather: it's trying to be sunny and warm<br /><br />Average mood: Surly/loopy<br /><br />I have been fighting this bug for: 5 days<br /><br />I want to sleep for: 1 whole beautiful weekDoom For Darlingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02137666762021906348noreply@blogger.com2