Over your head?
Breathe in ... one ... two ... three ...
Breathe out ... one ... two ... three ...
Repeat 3x.
The amount of coffee and Five Hour Energy shots I have been ingesting is almost sickening to think about. I don't know how I don't gag when I pass a Starbucks, or when I see a coffee pot half empty. And those Five Hour Energy shots taste like something died in your mouth and wasn't in any rush to leave. Absolutely horrific tasting, but the after math of a Five Hour Energy shot is way too good to not endure the pain of it. One of my Twitter followers recommended the Red Bull Energy Shots. My skepticism is at it's peak. I lost all faith in Red Bull when I drank the medium sized can and fell asleep for the entire night afterwards. I want my $4 back.
This month has been stuffed like a chinese dumpling with ridiculous shows. #1. The Rapture. Which, obviously needs no explanation. #2. Muse/U2. I can't even talk about it ... I get so excited when I think about it, it makes me want to throw up a little bit. I've never seen Muse live. And I'm pretty sure I might experience an out of body experience during that set. #3. Phoenix. I have serious expectations for this show, expectations that I'm sure will be beyond exceeded. #4. Lotus. I can't even get into it. It's going to be great.
I've been submerged in really awesome friends, really good music, really good shows, really good bike rides, and honestly? I can't think of being in a better place than I am right now. It's weird to be in a place and realize, this is it ... this is as good as it can get. I'm not going to complain about a thing. I'm one happy hipster.
Speaking of happy hipster ...
I've decided that on October third, the weekend after my sisters wedding, I'm going to NY to make my tattoo appointment. Something tells me I will be moving to Brooklyn extremely shortly after (my mother said I'm out if I get a tattoo ... I'll do what I can to make it easier to get out, trust me.). I have two that I know I want. But my first one will be on my ribs, so I may never go back for my second. Because nobody likes to be stabbed in their ribcage continuously with a vibrating needle...
Here's a weird coincidence ... I've been listening to a bunch of albums in my car, specifically, Owl City, Young Love, Pete Yorn, Cold War Kids, and Muse, and on every single one of those albums, I love number three and number eleven. Totally unplanned. And totally weirder to me than it is to you ...
Clearly, I have way too much to blog about. So we're going to cut this and start fresh tomorrow. I was actually thinking of making a vlog (video blog for those of you who are out of the loop a bit), on whatever you, my faithful readers choose. I was thinking of starting off with maybe a video of what goes into a design for my clothing line, Prim Suspect, or a "Facts About Me" video. Ya'll can choose this vlog for me. I'm feeling extra generous.
Current Listen: We Used To Vacation - Cold War Kids (Musically it reminds me of Muse, no?)
