Also, my sister let me choose my birthday present; She forgets about the money I owe her, and spend that money on a ticket to see John Cale in two weeks. So FUCK YEAH I get to see John Cale! My sister is a monolith of bacon and love, and I am forever grateful to her.
I was the first person to arrive at the venue, so THAT was awkward. Not gonna delve into details.
Anyway, I met the office-lady from my school there, she’s always really nice. I found out her son’s in the warm up band, which is incredibly cool because Yuck said very nice things about them.
The warm-up band got on, and they were pretty swell. Very swell indeed. About half an hour later, Yuck went on, and oh God was it a sight to behold. I can honestly say it’s one of the best shows I’ve ever been to, bar none. Suicide Policeman and Georgia were absolute highlights, but the best was when they ended the show with playing Rubber, my favorite song of theirs. I was in a trance for the entire ten minutes or so, it was so intense it actually hurt. In the good way. In conclusion, they’re very welcome to come back to Denmark anytime soon, in fact, I think they should.
On the way home, I saw my first boyfriend at the bus stop. I wasn’t going on the same bus as him, and I just saw him getting on it, and I didn’t think he’d actually seen me, but then I looked up at the bus as it was driving by, and he was breaking his neck to get a good look at me, heehee. I’m not sure if he was trying to confirm that it was, in fact, me, or if he was trying to take in every little detail of how I look now. Which I can safely say is not at all like what I looked like at fifteen when we were going out.
In conclusion, best night EVER. I’m still all euphoric, which may present a problem soon, as euphoria and giddiness usually don’t help when one is trying to fall asleep.
I had this really interesting dream last night. I dreamed that I lived across the hall of a really cute guy, and he thought I was cute too, because he left me a note on my doorstep asking if I wanted to go see the Lion King musical with him. I knocked on his door and said yes, I would love to, and so we went, without talking to each other. It was pretty great, and when we came home, I left a note on his doorstep, as if to say thanks. We started communicating solely through these silly notes, as if talking together on the internet despite being neighbors. When things started to get romantic, so to speak, suddenly, this group of people who inexplicably hated me, kidnapped me and put me in a storage room in the basement of the building. I was desperate to get out, not just because I had been kidnapped, but also because I couldn’t answer his notes! I thought he would think I had forgotten him!
He started coming down to the basement, and he left me notes under the door, because he had figured out where I was. He didn’t try to get me out, because he knew he couldn’t, but he tried to reason with my kidnappers that not everyone hated me, and little by little, he got me out.
It’s obvious that my kidnappers are supposed to symbolise my own self-hatred, and that that’s basically the only thing stopping me from actually getting a meaningful relationship with someone. I think it comes from an eye-opening experience I had yesterday, in regards to other people’s opinion of me. I hope that experience will change things in the long run, because things have been really heavy inside my head lately, almost as bad as they were pre-EFC. And that’s pretty shit.
I just discovered that my inexplicable skinny-girl double-chin is totally gone. How this happened, I don’t know. But it used to be THERE, and now it’s NOT, and I didn’t exercise or cut down on eating chocolate and drinking energy drinks, so my conclusion is that it was probably magic.