I know I have said it many a time, but Porcupine Tree makes me nostalgic. Potentially more so than any other band. Linkin Park always has the potential to take me back to anywhere from Year 6 to the present, but not with the same ferocity as Porcupine Tree.
Porcupine Tree hit me like a brick in the face. I was in the car with my sister and her then bf (now fiance) on the way back from Rouse Hill, after getting a PS2 from his brother on the last day of his job. I was shown Trains and Lazarus, I think, I can’t remember which, but I was shown two songs. After that I had a handful of songs I fell in love with before I got my hands on their (at the time) most recent three albums. It was 2009, Year 11. Now, if I listen to PT, there is always a chance that I will be hit with a nostalgia brick. Often to Jindabyne (especially Arriving Somewhere But Not Here, which I listened to every morning on the way to Blue Cow with Greg) but most often it is just a feeling. Not an emotion, because I doubt that “Year 11” could be called an emotion all by itself. I have a feeling which I associate with both that year and Porcupine Tree, which in mere months climbed to the top of my last.fm list, and with numerous 10+minute songs, almost caught up to Linkin Park and Blink 182, which I’d been listening to for years before, and both feature mostly 3-4 minute songs.
I found that the music connected with my overly-emotional and empty-feeling self. I can now associate it with my failings of that year, my attachments, my denials and my introduction to my vice.
I have not ever fallen so deeply in love with a band in memory in my life. I have quickly become obsessed with bands, but never like this. Now it has its own feeling. The feeling is a mix of emotions, but seeing as I used to be obsessed with nostalgia it is its own trip back in itself, and one I perhaps need to take every now and again to remind myself of who I was, what I was, what I did wrong and how I can better myself.
On a somewhat related note, I ran into someone I have not seen for 3 years, and not spoken to for over 2. It made me very happy, but upon realising that they still want nothing to do with me it made me pretty sad, but I understand why. I only wish I could tell them that.
The immensity of the task that is preparing for leaving the country is starting to worry me. My current obstacle is getting my wisdom teeth out. That is next month.
I need to get back into the habit of to-do lists, even if just to try and beat back my mounting paranoia.
Aside from wisdom teeth, renewing my Austswim is a nightmare. Seriously, I’m freaking out about getting my training with babies done. I need to master it and get my certificate before I leave, so essentially this month to make sure I get the certificate before I leave.
Why do people sexualize boobs when we could be doing this with them
i cant stop laughing
Haven’t tumbled in a while. I only pressed the icon because I wasn’t ready to watch the latest Vikings yet, but now that I’m here, I’ll say that last night was a fantastic venture. Small, seemingly wrong decisions ended up being the exact decisions needed that led to a night of hilarity. I never go out, so this made it even more fantastic.
I regret nothing! My neck is sore from some headbanging (that’s what happens when a band plays Blink 182 and then The Living End) I spent most of the day recovering, and I had some good conversations that I always thought would never be brought up (again).
Fantastic night. I hope there can be another like it sometime before I leave the country.
I was going to go to bed, but then Tool came on shuffle. Their songs go for ages, so I ended up on tumblr. I don’t have much to say. Got an extra shift at work, so I’m less concerned about money for ‘Murica, at least until I get closer and freak out anyway. I still have no idea what I’m doing after I leave camp. I’ll visit a theme park or two in the last week before I return to Aus for sister’s wedding. I’ve now left the first week free for potential NY shenanigans, and the chance of exploring with newfound friends. I am so unorganised. Chilled, yes, but unorganised is much more honest.
i know it’s an adaptation and changing tons of things up
but never forget that Days of Future Past is a story that follows Kitty Pryde but instead the movies are making it follow Wolverine
But the reason they are doing that is because nobody would recognise her. They’ve seen Wolverine before, and that small detail could be the difference between someone believing him or not.
I haven’t read it, but now I really want to.
one time i actually thought i had a chance with someone
moment of silence for those people who followed me since i started this blog
they have seen things i am not proud of
Apparently my blog just turned 4. That’s a lot of wasted time. It’s a good thing I rarely use it now. It is like my video game habit: the more uni or school work I have the more I waste time using it.
I have no uni, few work hours and I just never feel like playing anything. Or scrolling for hours.
Tiny little fact that not even I care about.
The cleanest of my shelves, for obvious reasons. I still need to clean a shelf for all the Halo books. I really want an ODST helmet, but all the ones I’ve found just don’t cut it. I know they’re handcrafted and amazing for that, but they’re not something I’d spend hundreds of dollars on. Like the Sith masks you can see. I spent quite a lot on those (I was supposed to buy one, but the one on the left has a back half which was designed by the guy who made it and it is awesome) but they really are fantastic. I’ll get a stormtrooper helmet when I’m rich again, and not any old helmet, but a good 501st standard helmet. Maybe even a black hole trooper helmet. I don’t know, but I still want a Halo helmet. Mainly ODST, but also MJOLNIR Mk 5 or 6.
OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY FANDOMS STARTING NOW, LIKE THE SINK FANDOM AND THE TREEHOUSE FANDOM AND THE BLANKET FORT FANDOM, BUT YOU ARE ALL MISSING ONE.
BUT THEY AREN’T LIMITED TO INSIDE THE HOME
THERE ARE SECRET ROOMS FOR CARS
YOU EITHER LIKE SECRET ROOMS
OR YOU’RE WRONG
looking up tv shows ian mcdiarmid has appeared in on imdb and
i must watch this
did some further research
I had a dream where I thought I had gotten a tattoo without remembering, and I suspected my cousin because he was acting suspicious. Turns out it wasn’t real. Problem was my sister saw it and told my parents who freaked out and called me up, and it was during this phone call I realised it was rubbing off.
Strange dream. The next part had me continuing my walk home (I was coming home from work when I got the call) and coming across a massive family in an alley next to their home crying. I never found out why before I woke up. This is bugging me.