Wired

Life is serious business.

I say that because my friends joke about it all the time, and it's true in some respects and flse in some respects. I feel that too many individuals take it too seriously and don't enjoy it as much as they possibly could. I, personally, have been spending a good many days out with friends, chatting with buddies on the phone, and just living however I can. At the same time, I also deal with school, my family, and a love life that is dangling from some very thin threads.

At this point, I've basically memorized the downtown area of Aiken thanks to my buddies. After having discovered the faster route through town to get to college, I pass by the many scenes of Aiken, as well as the various sights one could enjoy here and there. We have the antique shops, the local businesses, and the various eateries that are vastly over-priced. What can you do when you live in a retirement home? I've actually discovered the employment areas of many of my friends as well, which is good to know since I get to talk with them through their work. One such individual would be Mike.

Mike (not to be confused with my friend from church) is a guy I met while attending a hard-rock concert a little whiles back.

Yes, I actually went to a local hardcore rock concert this semester. Sorry to all the "don't listen to bad music!" people out there but I doubt mind-numbing sounds with loud instruments and what not will turn me into a gothic-killer. But what really made this concert special was that a highschool friend of mine was one of the vocalists in the starting band, and I felt it appropiate that I attend this for his sake. After all, what better things did I have to do on a nice Monday night?

Thus, Morgan (college friend) her boyfriend Chris, and I all headed out into Augusta and met up at the little building that would be housing the concert. It was fun because they had an arguement right in front of me while pumping gas, and it's just like a little soap opera when watching from outside the circle of affairs. When you're inside the circle, it's just one long, painful occurence and your entire day is basically ruined from that moment on until some sort of reconciliation or closure occurs. When you're outside of the circle, however, it's just hillarious to witness. But I digress -- We arrived at the shanty building and were greated by a great many highschool kids that you'd typically find at one of these concerts.

It was very bizarre because I kid you not that the stereotypes were certainly there. Most of the people were in highschool, under-aged, and very gothic-esque. However, it was plain to see that most all of them were actually just "emos". Yes, bonified, stereotypical-looking emos. I swear they had the whole long, black hair that covered their eyes, the all black clothing, and the hoodies. Oh my did they all have hoodies in that place. It was like only Morgan and I were the ones without hoodies. But, nevertheless, I put on a happy demeanor and worked my way though the crowd of about twenty-five to thirty individuals. I recognized a few of them, including Kaity from highschool, Eric from highschool, and whatshisname from highschool. I always hung around with Eric and Kaity in highschool during lunch, and I have the latter of the two a good many back massages.

What? I was in highschool and I had my hands on a girl. That was memorable enough for me.

Also, I soon found out why these kids always wore hoodies as well. As soon as Mitch's guitarist strummed one string of his guitar, I believe my ears cried in agony. Next thing you know, I'm listening to a test-rhythm while standing way too close to the speakers with Morgan and Chris. And then the music really started.

Let me tell you something about hardcore rock: It is very loud, somewhat catchy, and you can't understand a single word the vocalist is saying. I tell you that it was amazing that Mitch was able to make those sort of sounds in the first place, but goodness gracious was I ever surprised that such demonic voices could escape his lips. He's one skinny skater-fellow who has a rather quiet, well-to-do voice; however, he came out with the most devilish voice I've every heard from a human being. I spoke to him later about it and he said it takes some getting used to.

Mm, and now for what I thought was initally a joke, only to find it a sad truth. While Mitch was screaming all sorts of blood and murder, one of the only black guys in the join walks up close to the stage and starts "two-stepping". Two-stepping is sort of like a sulking Michael-Jackson like walk where the person is hunched over, waving their arms to their feet for a moment, and sort of... flowing with their steps going one in front of the other, walking without moving. Oh but that wasn't what freaked me out. This crazy guy actually starts thrashing his arms and legs around madly, like some sort of devil possessed his body. And when I saw it, I couldn't help but laugh my rear-end off, looking at Morgan and seeing her laughing as well. Alas, I was mistake to thing this was some sort of satirical joke as some other guys started to do the same thing.

Holy cow... this is what was called "hardcore dancing," and I think it would make babies cry.

Really, it looked so utterly foolish to me. I couldn't imagine that these guy swould be thrashing their hands around, grasping at the air before the singer, and them thrashing some more with their arms and legs, nearly kicking and punching everyone around them. This was some seriously dangerous looking stuff, and I'm sure that more than one person was smacked that night because of some careless 'dancers'.

After two or so bands played, I stepped outside with Morgan and went about trying to regain my hearing. Psychologically speaking, my ears were adapted to the loud music that was blaring at me that entire time, and I needed a good five to ten minutes just to recover from it. But yes, this gave me plenty of time to converse with the emos and Mitch, and then finally meet a gy named Mike, a now very good friend of mine.

Due to the fact that he had epilepsy, he couldn't go in for the last band. I figured I might as well have a nice conversation with this guy since he actually was interested in many things that I was. We chatted about the movie Kungfu Hustle, and even got into Final Fantasy 7. By the end of the night, I got his phone number and we talked every so often during the week. He's a great guy and I enjoy him thoroughly.

Ah yes... so that's one of the many things happening to me. Also, Kitty and I aren't getting along so well. For one, she hates that I'm Mormon. She really hates organized religion in general due to the obligations and what not, but she just really hates Mormons most of all. I say Mormons rather than LDS because I told her I was LDS before Mormon, which she didn't know where one in the same. And thus, she confessed a few bad experiences with some kids around her age of the faith, but I was still quite displeased with her reasoning behind it. Argued some, but really didn't go anywhere fast. Eventually, we just kept going in circles over and over, as well as earning a sour mood.

Also, I've seen little to no trace of her recently, and I got really worried the week before. It turns out that a great deal happened which I really didn't know that much about until she told me on the phone. I could only give my sympathies to her before letting her off the phone. Still, I thought a break between us would be a good idea, if only to refresh the both of us. I believe it's a good idea to take a step back sometimes when it comes to relationships - otherwise, you're going to get sick of one another. So yes, she is on her Spring Break whiel I'm busy working on chool and my social life. I'm hoping this all works out in the end but... I'm beginning to have doubts whether or not this relationship of ours will really go anywhere.

Mmm... I guess that'll be all for now. I have an interesting outlook on Airez and Ailek for my next post.