Sunday, March 18, 2012

3/18/12

Oh everything will really be just fine, won't it? It's kind of like a joke, the stomach-sinking pitfalls of petty socialization that plauge the mind for a day or two before you realize, oh, wait, this is a familiar place. It's dangerous territory, that familiarity that can comfort a frightened heart, but disappoint the eager mind.

On the one hand, you can find your footing when you know it's the same old, same old, day in, day out - on the other hand, what the hell do you have to lose by daring to live different?



"and she dealt with it
cause she could't ignore
the better world they left before"
~Time For You To Go Do Your Own Thing
Look Mexico, To Bed To Battle

This is some band, this Look Mexico, they are kind of groovy in a post-emo, pre-hardcore way, like Minus the Bear but a little spacier/angier. Fueled by punk sensibilities. I know I am a bit late on their discovery, but strumbling across their YouTube videos a couple days ago proves a pleasing discovery.

I am focusing my mind on a soft-volume rendition from the built-in speakers on my work computer, hoping that a little bit of something new but familiar enough will assure me that yes, settled isn't so bad sometimes. I am hoping this day goes by fast. I am hoping for other things, too.