We’re Strictly Ballroom

how do we agreeably refer to members of an audience or line which a band sings and dances before? They’ve commonly been (derogatorily?) referred to as “the kids” (i.e. “the kids are all right”, or “the kids dig emo”). Being legally a kid, which a good deal of the audience is not, frankly was a difficulty I would not wish on anyone to the point that the name “kid” seems an insult.
X-ing that one out, the term “fan” is presumptuous, we’ve agreed. Calling someone a fan holds the same possible anvil of embarrassment as waving back at someone you vaguely know from a distance, only to find their gaze extends beyond you to a stranger behind you. When their attention is averted by your waving and you are tractor beamed in their eyes, which are visibly searching for recognition– that is the equivalent of the termed “fan” responding with a furrowed brow, and admission he’s only heard a couple of your songs (and there, you’ve just peed on him as your territory, dickhead). He will then hesitate, as both parties silently battle over who can better contain their embarrassment, and when he loses, he’ll add “but the stuff I’ve heard is pretty rad.”
“Pretty” is a passively hurtful word, and everyone knows it. You use it when you are obliged to say something that you feel contrary toward. The more contemporarily removed the adjective it modifies, the more “pretty” negates and then oppositely polarizes it’s meaning. Here is a list of words which when modified by “pretty”, range from awkward(1) to “stab yourself. now.”(
1. neat
2. sweet
3. dope
4. bomb
5. badass
6. badazz
7. unstoppable
8. amazing
As you are aware, “pretty amazing” is mythical. Amazing is meant to be the summit of greatness. You can’t sorta plant a flag in the top of Everest or kinda beat the Russians to the moon. “Pretty amazing” aint talking, that’s just spit mistaken for words.
Back to the terminology query at hand…
The consumers? No– the whole download torrent loophole technically doesn’t make a good number of them monetarily invested. Demographic? Too record label spreadsheet. Masses? (could you really refer to that Myrtle Beach crowd of 12 as such?)

Names… such cages.

There are two people who I’ve shared my poetry with, that I can remember off hand. Two. This poetry class is pushing me out of that cage and making me feel all, out in the open.

Today went by really slowly. I feel like Im standing under water, and time isnt passing at all. But I know that it’s just me that is standing still and time is moving around me. Doesnt make sence? I know. It doesnt really feel like it makes sence to me either. 

I spent my three hour Zoology Lab discussing Heath Ledger and mortality. Although really, I was predominently thinking about Owen and Orion and Dallas. Loseing a life, no matter whose it is, really fucking sucks. And that hurts, and it’s never going to go away, because eventually, it’s going to happen to everyone.

After class I was feeling alittle beat up, so I went to visit Melvin at work and we wandered around the Union Square area while he was on his hour lunch. Apparently it has been a long day for a lot of people I know, so at least I know Im not on that ship alone.

I still feel kind of hazey about today.

Remember me for the trouble I get people into, for more of my good qualities, and less of my bad (but lets not forget we’re all humans here).

I want to be a writer when I grow up. I want to be able to support my parents, and whatever other family I have going for myself at the time, I want to get old, and one day, I want to die happy.

But now, now is to early. Last night, last night it was to close, and im still alittle shaken. Ok, well, a lot shaken. And I havent slept since (but that was also doctors orders).

I still think about Owen a lot…Okay, I think about Owen everyday, more then once. I dont know where to go with that, the feeling may not go anywhere anytime soon.

im really bad at transitions so this is about to get all awkward, but im hella hyped for school to start, Im ‘X’-ing off days on the calander. Four more days! yes!