Before I get into the dream, I guess I could start on some background of yours truly. When I was younger, like 8, my dad got me really into the good music, aka anything that comes out of the 90's. Matchbox 20, Goo Goo Dolls, Chili Peppers, The Wallflowers, along with the great one hit wonders: Eagle Eye Cherry, Semisonic, Del Amitri, Deep Blue Something, and a crapton of others that I can't think of but you can feel free to comment because I love to talk about music.
Anyway, he would always play it around the house or outside in the garage. I got really into it but one band that he really got me into was Third Eye Blind. Of course I heard all of the regular hits that everyone has heard, Semi-Charmed Life, Jumper, Never Let You Go (Slow Motion if it makes you think that you have some ground to stand on). But when I was about 11 or 12 I heard almost all of the first album they released and then some of the second album. It was good music to me, but 11 (or 12) is such a young age to grasp subliminal and abstract things like the meaning of lyrics and another nonsense.
That being said, the rest of my core teenage years consisted of punk pop bands like Blink and Gob and other bands that I still really enjoy to this day. But one day when I was 17 (weird that I still remember this), I was driving in my car on the way to Phil's house and I heard Jumper on the radio. I thought, "Whatever happened to those guys?" and went on Itunes where I listened to the whole third album they had released 4 years before. Man did I miss out on that. Needless to say, I got really into them.
One day in senior year, my good buddy Jeff told me that 3eb was playing at his school for free. I peed and then told him that I'd make that 2 hour drive. Shit. What a great show. Senior summer, I got a few of my friends into 3eb and we've been jamming hardcore ever since.
It's one thing to hear a catchy song. Its another thing to hear a catchy song that you can actually relate too. Something like being in a completely sexual relationship and thinking that you've fallen in love with someone and having to come to the realization that you were just not meant to be with them. And then having to know that you'll have to be just friends with that person for the rest of your life, and the only thing you could ever do will be to either look back in regret or to look back and smile. I kind of just threw a few song meanings together right there, but you get the idea.
One warm November night here in Austin, I went and saw 3eb again with a few friends. GREATEST SHOW OF MY LIFE. We ended up being about 10 feet from the actual stage, and I'm almost positive that I was the only person there that knew every song. When they started playing Semi-Charmed Life, Stephan (the lead singer) dove into the crowd, and than this happened
I honest felt drunk, high, alive, or any other feeling that you could put into words.
So anyway, I had this dream that the band pulled up playing one of their songs in a convertible in one of the parking lots at my school. I had a talk with them and they were impressed by how hardcore of a fan I was. I woke up so bummed, but I thought it was cool that the dream felt so real. Honestly.
Now I've decided that I'm going to campaign for them so tour next summer, and to especially make a stop in Austin. My friends will be visiting next summer and if we could align the two events with each other, it would probably amount to the greatest night of my entire life. People in Austin are great but no one really has the same musical tastes as me here. Me and my friends back home listen to all of the same things. It sucks when I'm front row at a show and they're up there in Michigan where concerts are expensive and rare. I want the two worlds to collide. The potential of this night next summer plays over and over and my head everyday.
Well that's the end of my blabbering about that.
Other misc facts:
On Monday, my psych teacher told each of us to describe ourselves in one word. Everyone else's was normal and, to tell you the truth, kind of boring. I was the last person, and I said "Above." She said "Above what?" and I said "Everyone else." Everyone thinks I'm a tool in that class now but I thought it was a pretty good joke.
Relating to that, I've been thinking more and more about my tattoo that I want on my chest. I thought up something like "Rise Above and Endure" or "Rise and Endure" or "Endure and Rise". You get the idea. I still don't know so feel free to comment about that one, too.
Most of you probably already know this, but I walked into the girl's bathroom yesterday. Yeah, I peed, blew my nose, and washed my hands, before I walked out and noticed that the men's bathroom was across from me. Such an "Oh, shit" moment. Luckily, there was no one near me. And yes, I realized that there were no urinals, but I thought it was just a poorly built bathroom, ok?
My phone stopped charging over the weekend and I had to get a new one today. The lady asked if I wanted my contacts transferred and I obviously said yes. But now, when I look at them, I realized that I don't talk to most of the numbers in my contacts. I totally regret transferring them. It's better to just start new and retrieve all of the numbers of the people that you actually talk to on a regular basis. I might just delete all of them and consider that.
I also have put next semester's housing on the back burner. Now that I know that I'll be signing a 12 month lease for a place, I need to get back on the horse.
I also had a really crappy moment this weekend when I realized that all of the bad things I've done attain only to things that I'll have to make up for in the future. I'll get more into this next time, since I've managed to have written another novel for you. That's me in a nutshell.
I hate when people call me stupid. It's part of my superiority complex.
It's 3am, goodnight.
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