17 Mar 2017 - Haywyre
Evening, all.
Day 21 on Lexapro. Wow, it's been three weeks already? Time flies...
I'd rate today's overall mood an even 6.
This post is going up later than normal since I got in from a concert not too long ago. Soul Sister and I went to go see this guy Haywyre perform. Neither of us were really all that familiar with his work beforehand, but we wanted to go see someone while I was in town, and his was the only show that was really up our alleys (and in our budgets). He's characterized as being a dubstep producer, but I wouldn't consider his music dubstep. It's all so varied, with influence from so many different genres. Jazz, early 2000s R&B, house, funk, to name a few.
It took me a little while to relax and loosen up, but by the end of his set, my feet were tapping and my hips were moving. I thoroughly enjoyed each track, eyes often closed to more completely lose myself in the music. Tonight, there were several stretches of time where my mind was completely blank, where nothing mattered outside of the beat pulsing in my soul. Those moments are so rare, so precious.
The venue itself was nice, though I didn't much like the demographic it attracted. There were a lot of douche-y types there, plenty of people that wouldn't look at all out of place at a frat party back on campus. It seemed like everyone, douche or not, was just way more cool and beautiful than I am, which made me extremely hesitant to talk to anyone, even though the atmosphere of the place made me more inclined to be chatty. How's that for a contradiction?
Soul Sister and I spent much of the evening talking and generally enjoying each other's company, as we're wont to do, since we don't get to hang out much these days. On the train ride up, after politely tolerating my frequent pokes and pats, she stated in that joking-but-totally-serious way of hers that I need to get more physical contact while I'm on campus. She's completely right, I do need more, but hearing it from her (and especially in the tone used) was a little bit jarring, and bordered on embarrassing; I made a point of limiting contact for the rest of the night after.
Nothing of note happened today, not really. I finished the literature cited portion of my grant application, but that's essentially it.
Tomorrow's laundry day, and I've got to make more stroopwafels to use up the filling I still have, as well as track down some rennet so that I can make cheese. Lots and lots of making!
Until then.
17 Mar 2017
Day 21 on Lexapro. Wow, it's been three weeks already? Time flies...
I'd rate today's overall mood an even 6.
This post is going up later than normal since I got in from a concert not too long ago. Soul Sister and I went to go see this guy Haywyre perform. Neither of us were really all that familiar with his work beforehand, but we wanted to go see someone while I was in town, and his was the only show that was really up our alleys (and in our budgets). He's characterized as being a dubstep producer, but I wouldn't consider his music dubstep. It's all so varied, with influence from so many different genres. Jazz, early 2000s R&B, house, funk, to name a few.
It took me a little while to relax and loosen up, but by the end of his set, my feet were tapping and my hips were moving. I thoroughly enjoyed each track, eyes often closed to more completely lose myself in the music. Tonight, there were several stretches of time where my mind was completely blank, where nothing mattered outside of the beat pulsing in my soul. Those moments are so rare, so precious.
The venue itself was nice, though I didn't much like the demographic it attracted. There were a lot of douche-y types there, plenty of people that wouldn't look at all out of place at a frat party back on campus. It seemed like everyone, douche or not, was just way more cool and beautiful than I am, which made me extremely hesitant to talk to anyone, even though the atmosphere of the place made me more inclined to be chatty. How's that for a contradiction?
Soul Sister and I spent much of the evening talking and generally enjoying each other's company, as we're wont to do, since we don't get to hang out much these days. On the train ride up, after politely tolerating my frequent pokes and pats, she stated in that joking-but-totally-serious way of hers that I need to get more physical contact while I'm on campus. She's completely right, I do need more, but hearing it from her (and especially in the tone used) was a little bit jarring, and bordered on embarrassing; I made a point of limiting contact for the rest of the night after.
Nothing of note happened today, not really. I finished the literature cited portion of my grant application, but that's essentially it.
Tomorrow's laundry day, and I've got to make more stroopwafels to use up the filling I still have, as well as track down some rennet so that I can make cheese. Lots and lots of making!
Until then.
17 Mar 2017
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