Oh look, it’s late at night. I’ll post a drunken self-portrait of myself and hope no one notices. Believe it or not, I get people who ask me to post a photo of what I “actually” look like. While I find the aura of mystery flattering, you’re not missing much when I censor my eyes. Silly anons.He wrote, in a drunken state:Tonight I went to a bar. It was The Roxy. Not a terrible bar by any stretch, but they have double Long Island’s for $6.75 a piece. Not bad at all really. The night was made especially enjoyable by the fact that upon meeting my friends, I was complimented on four separate occasions on my attire. Nothing boosts the ego like being told you look like a Dickensian, Holmesian, well dressed ragamuffin. Alright I threw that last word in just to end it well…*Looks up definition of “ragamuffin”… gets distracted by Selah Sue* Alright that doesn’t work and is completely contradictory. Maybe if I was a Dickensian orphan. Anyway, it felt really good. I know it’s stupid, it’s superficial, but when people whose opinion you so highly regard compliment you, it’s nice, warm and fuzzy… maybe that’s the Long Island Iced Tea. The night was made better by the fact that two local bands were playing. Wintercoast is a wonderful band that I absolutely have no biased opinion of whatsoever, despite being close friends to many in the band and having designed their album art and liner booklet. Alright maybe a wee bit, but I try to pretend I’m being subjective. They’re a wonderful band and if you’re ever in the Vancouver area, you’d do well to see them in person (Mostly because they sound very different from the Trees, Homes & Better Places EP that they put out a months ago). The other band was The Oh Wells. They’re lovely. They’re quirky in a non-forced-Zooey-Deschanel-slit-my-fucking-wrists way. Wonderful stage presence, catchy tunes, great lyrics, and I went to school with the lead singer, Sarah. She dropped out of university to focus on her band, and was subsequently the first person to ever say “I’m dropping out of school to focus on my band” and actually succeed. Much love to them. Also, I got to hang out with one of my closest friends, just back from an exchange in England and time with the love of her life. He runs a wonderful blog which you can view here. I’m supposed to write for it, but everything I try to write ends up being shitty in my unfair opinion. It was good to see her again and she got along really well with the folks from Wintercoast. Everyone is a friend when you’re dancing stupidly to songs like “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World. It’s an equalizer. That and alcohol. Anyway, tonight I realized that I really really want to perform on stage. I know I said that I was going to post something on Tumblr by the end of 2011, but I heard what I sounded like and immediately deleted it. I don’t know… it’s all psychological. Perhaps I just need the ego boost I get with my fashion choices haha. I will hopefully work up the courage to record and release something by Summer’s end, but we’ll see. Why are you reading this? Do you care about strangers like I do? Sorry for spamming your precious dashboard space. At least you can’t complain there is nothing on Tumblr at this hour. And with that, he hit “Create Post” and pretended not to care how many notes it got.
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Oh look, it’s late at night. I’ll post a drunken self-portrait of myself and hope no one notices. Believe it or not, I get people who ask me to post a photo of what I “actually” look like. While I find the aura of mystery flattering, you’re not missing much when I censor my eyes. Silly anons.

He wrote, in a drunken state:
Tonight I went to a bar. It was The Roxy. Not a terrible bar by any stretch, but they have double Long Island’s for $6.75 a piece. Not bad at all really. The night was made especially enjoyable by the fact that upon meeting my friends, I was complimented on four separate occasions on my attire. Nothing boosts the ego like being told you look like a Dickensian, Holmesian, well dressed ragamuffin. Alright I threw that last word in just to end it well…

*Looks up definition of “ragamuffin”… gets distracted by Selah Sue*

Alright that doesn’t work and is completely contradictory. Maybe if I was a Dickensian orphan. Anyway, it felt really good. I know it’s stupid, it’s superficial, but when people whose opinion you so highly regard compliment you, it’s nice, warm and fuzzy… maybe that’s the Long Island Iced Tea.

The night was made better by the fact that two local bands were playing. Wintercoast is a wonderful band that I absolutely have no biased opinion of whatsoever, despite being close friends to many in the band and having designed their album art and liner booklet. Alright maybe a wee bit, but I try to pretend I’m being subjective. They’re a wonderful band and if you’re ever in the Vancouver area, you’d do well to see them in person (Mostly because they sound very different from the Trees, Homes & Better Places EP that they put out a months ago).

The other band was The Oh Wells. They’re lovely. They’re quirky in a non-forced-Zooey-Deschanel-slit-my-fucking-wrists way. Wonderful stage presence, catchy tunes, great lyrics, and I went to school with the lead singer, Sarah. She dropped out of university to focus on her band, and was subsequently the first person to ever say “I’m dropping out of school to focus on my band” and actually succeed. Much love to them.

Also, I got to hang out with one of my closest friends, just back from an exchange in England and time with the love of her life. He runs a wonderful blog which you can view here. I’m supposed to write for it, but everything I try to write ends up being shitty in my unfair opinion. It was good to see her again and she got along really well with the folks from Wintercoast. Everyone is a friend when you’re dancing stupidly to songs like “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World. It’s an equalizer. That and alcohol.

Anyway, tonight I realized that I really really want to perform on stage. I know I said that I was going to post something on Tumblr by the end of 2011, but I heard what I sounded like and immediately deleted it. I don’t know… it’s all psychological. Perhaps I just need the ego boost I get with my fashion choices haha. I will hopefully work up the courage to record and release something by Summer’s end, but we’ll see.

Why are you reading this? Do you care about strangers like I do? Sorry for spamming your precious dashboard space. At least you can’t complain there is nothing on Tumblr at this hour.

And with that, he hit “Create Post” and pretended not to care how many notes it got.

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  1. redpantsaddict said: I like your vest.
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