Here’s an attempt at a much more…..uplifting…post than the last one? haha. Anyhoo, just as a clarification on the previous post, I swear to God, everything I went through this weekend? Nobody’s fault, no one is responsible for anything. The only person who can take any responsibility for anything is myself because I was stupid and failed to deal with the fears I had until it was too late. Whoops. And all of it can just be attributed to incredibly bad timing because, as I’ve learned, negative things have a habit of doing that. They hit right when you least want them to. Go life. 

But, yea, moving on, just so everyone knows (not that I actually think loads of people read this thing because I ramble and rant and all that) there may be a lack of post-age since I have a lot of work to get done before I head to Canada on Thursday for one or two days as my early birthday present to myself. And, of course, being in Canada means I won’t be bringing my computer. 

Why am I going to Canada of all places? Well, because there’s this thing called a border and it divides our country from Canada. It makes it sometimes difficult and sometimes costly for people to cross from place to place even though the only thing dividing us is a line that only exists on maps and globes. And for bands, this makes it doubly difficult. I mentioned a band called Die Atlantic in my first post and how insanely awesome they are. Well, since they don’t know the next time they’ll make it to the United States for a show, I’m going to them and hitting up their headlining show to help raise funds to pay off their van. I’m so utterly stoked on seeing them play again plus the added bonus of a road trip and getting to see Meghan, one of my favorite people

Listen and enjoy:

It’s approximately been a month since I graduated from college. Holy shit. It feels so strange knowing it’s been roughly a whole month since I walked that stage…..and at the same time it feels like eons ago. A distant memory. And maybe it’s because so much happened in the week leading up to that supposedly monumentous  occasion and even more after that day. 

I’m a college graduate. With at least $50,000 in loans. Unemployed trying to create my own business. Stuck in the suburbs, back at home. And I have no idea where my life is going. I have goals, dreams and the passion to get there but it’s all a matter of having the universe and its means coming together to help me out. But, despite all that, I have to say May 2nd-June 2nd was legitimately the first month I completely enjoyed wholeheartedly since the month of February. Hands down. This is why.

May 2nd, 2011. That’s the day I credit with my life having a….restart….you could say. The last two weeks, except for three select days, had been relatively shitty. Not gonna lie. Too much personal business that I don’t care to get into over the interwebz. And, depending on who you are reading this, if you were one of the select few I actually told about the madness going on in my head those two weeks, well, you already know. Obviously. 

Anyways, tangent over. May 2nd, 2011. That was the night, having made the decision at 1am (because that’s when the best decisions are always made, didn’t you know?), that I traveled out to Buffalo instead of sticking around the oh so lovely ROC and being all stressy mcstressstress with it being the beginning of finals week. So, I traveled to Buffalo, to continue my relatively epic quest of following these two INSANELY fantastic bands on their tour called Die Atlantic and Belie My Burial. (Go listen to them. NOW.)  I had already seen them play in Rochester the Wednesday previous and then again on Saturday in Corning. 

Getting to Broadway Joe’s, the whole night was utterly and completely goddamn fantastic. Seriously. From hanging with the guys in Die Atlantic (who are now legit some of my favorite Canadians) to the kickass performances from both them and Belie to the epic group hug afterwards, grabbing a photo with Die Atlantic and the ecstatic drive home. It was completely and exactly what I needed when I needed it most. It sounds so corny and cheesy and whatever but I legitimately owe those six Canadians so much. 

And that’s when I decided. Find the positive always. Even when it seems like there is none. Live day by day. Sure, one day might be super shitty but that doesn’t mean that the next day can’t be the best day you’ve ever had in your life. And, yea, it may be hard at first because there’s so much you want in the future and want to happen but if it’s meant to happen then it will. Don’t regret anything. Mean every single goddamn word, hug, kiss and fuck. And, sure, today’s best intentions could be tomorrow’s confusion but that’s tomorrow. Deal with it then. Don’t ruin what is making you happy right now. (Note to self: listen to one’s own advice.) And don’t forget to take time for yourself.  

(Jeez, I really sound like I mushed together a whole load of common cliches. Whatevs)

And the people who were part of the memories and shenanigans of the last month, you’re seriously all beautiful people. From (semi-drunk) and sad goodbyes to soaking wet music video shoots. To oh so many shows and laughs to intoxicated, folk-punk singalongs in basements on perfect spring nights. Not to mention spending time with some of the most wonderful friends I could have ever asked for. Continue it on into the summer? I like that idea…..