I habitually remember I have one of these. Kind of like a Last.FM thing, or a cell phone charger. It's damn near 4 a.m. and I'm listening to repeated covers of "Teenage Dirtbag" for some reason. I'm moving to Michigan soon, against my will, on some kind of mission for self improvement or something. I don't really know. I'm not exactly excited about it. Considering I'm not entirely fond of my family. Not that I hate them. They are family. But any time I'm around them for long times, I'm significantly less happy and enthused about life. Which probably means I shouldn't be around them. Basically, if I wanted to feel like shit, hanging around family accomplishes the same goal as watching a bunch of reality TV or listening to the entire Elliott Smith catalog.
Although, listening to a lot of Smiths while walking around town in some kind of last ditch effort to enjoy my remaining time can't exactly help either. At least I do it at night and don't creep out children. I think it would creep out kids if I'm walking around all the time staring at things and having flashes of memories and deja vu and shit.
If I had to list definitive albums of my time growing up in Barrington, they would be:
-The Shins, Oh Inverted World
-Green Day, American Idiot
-The Arcade Fire, Funeral
-The Shins, Wincing The Night Away
-Weezer, Pinkerton
-The Smiths, The Queen Is Dead
If a double decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side would be such a heavenly way to die. If a ten ton truck kills the both of us, oh the pleasure, the privilege would be mine.
s!mon.
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