is reading week actually meant for reading?

heydiddilio neighborino
Well so far, this has been a busy reading week. I've cleaned out houses (from which I received a free guitar and several books), I've spent time catching up with an old friend, and it doesn't look like I've got a clear schedule until the weekend.
Today I'm going to a hockey game, which I am rather excited for. I know the leafs suck; hell anyone with a brain knows that they suck, but it's the atmosphere I love. There's something about sitting in a giant cold refrigerator that I find very enticing. I sit, drink beer, eat hot dogs or nachos.
We're going to the city early to go to other things (my lady mentioned the ROM and the AGO).
Last night I was informed by three different people that I might be a hipster (fuck!). I spent all night looking at "Look At This Fucking Hipster", and have come to this conclusion: Yes, I share some similar elements to hipsters, but there are KEY differences. SUCH AS I shave every morning, I don't wear any bright colours, although I went through a brief phase, I never wear glasses if I don't need them, and if I wear combat boots, I TIE THEM UP.
Yep, so although we have some things in common (skinny jeans, cut off shorts), in the end I am a subcategory of hipster at best. You know, the kind that doesn't try to look like they were diddled every day until age 14?
Ugh, life is tough folks, and labels suck. Even people that don't label themselves get labeled. They get labeled as that "guy/girl that doesn't adhere to labels". Come on, how stupid does THAT sound?
I don't think adhering to a label is really a terrible thing, but I DO think that letting it change who you actually are is the problem. Sometimes adhering to a particular label is a good thing, it can help you meet friends, some of whom will actually be good people and aren't just friends with you because "looky here we both wear yellow cut offs and red high tops" (on a sidenote, I don't wear either of those things).
I think another good thing to go along with this is to listen to all kinds of music. If you like a song, then say so. That doesn't mean it will excuse you from a torrent of ridicule from yours truly, but at least you can have some dignity and not keep your love for songs that are complete crap in the closet.
Anyway, that's the end of that chapter, I have to go gel my moustache to look like an old school French waiter's.
Catch you diddlers on the flipside.

If you don't use it, you lose it

Sorry about not posting in a while.
Things are going pretty well in the Land of Me. Not too much academic turmoil, thankfully. I've been working on actually getting together another full band, and I think I've managed it. We don't have a name, or any songs, because we haven't started practicing yet.
The other day I was listening to Bruce Springsteen's 'Born in the USA' record and I was thinking about how many people assume the title track is praising the glory of the good ol' U.S. of A. Are they willfully not listening to the lyrics? Or perhaps they are just stupid. Honestly, with lines like: "the first kick I took was when I hit the ground". This is a clear exploration into themes of the unjustness of returning war veterans. Blind patriotism = stupidity; in other words, get over yourself.
I've never met a person that hates the Clash. Seriously, does such a person exist? How can you hate the Clash? It's THE FUCKING CLASH. Sure, maybe you don't really listen to them. But actually have a negative opinion about them? Is that even possible?
Some people consider their worst album/career low point to be the commercial failure of Sandinista! but I can't help thinking it is some of the best output the Clash ever released. As per usual, Joe Strummer's lyrics are equal parts poetic beauty and societal - inspired anger. Not only that, but the general range of genres is impressive and makes for an exciting and engaging listening experience. To anyone familiar only with the more popular release of 'London Calling', I highly recommend picking up 'Sandinista!'.
Okay, I have to go. There's a guy selling flags in the university center and I can see a jumbo one with Bob Marley and the word 'FREEDOM' from here.
Catch you later, sexy lil' minxes.