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Today is a strange day. My class was canceled and I took off of work to go to a concert this evening so the extent of obligations today was a forty-five minute rehearsal at eleven o'clock this morning. I spent a few hours reading outside until a cloud blocked the sun chilling my skin. I've had nothing to do and no assignments due tomorrow so I've simply been wandering and reading.

I'm reading a book called Off the Map. It's part of the CrimethInc. Letters series. CrimethInc. is an anarchist "group" that I have a special place in my heart for. I love a lot of what they do, but dislike just as much. Which is, for them, the point. It forces me to be clear with what I believe. The book is a chronicle of two women, Hibikina and Kika, as they hitchhike around Europe, sleeping in squats and generally meeting interesting people. It's lovely.

I'm also reading a book called boring boring boring boring boring boring boring by Zach Plague. I can't decide if I like it or not. It was written by an artist/graphic designer-cum-writer who also did the layout of the book. It looks very nice but I haven't decided if that inhances or distracts from the story. I think that if you can't get your point across without using pretty fonts and pictures then you aren't doing your job as a writer. The story sounds like something I might write, but each character's name is in a specific typeface and everything that is a flashback is printed sideways. I'm enjoying it but I don't think it will stick with me long after I've finished it.

I recently bought the vinyl release of one of my favorite records in the world, mewithoutYou's album Brother, Sister. It arrived sometime during the last few days (I was in South Dakota until yesterday). It's on it's second spin 'round the spindle and I've determined that it was worth every cent and every minute I waited for it. It is a sad but hope-filled record, which fits my current mood to a t.

I've been lonely lately. It's difficult to feel so inexplicably lonely when one is surrounded by so many loving people. I've determined that what I need is a place to retreat to once in awhile and I don't have that. My roommate and I aren't getting along well so I spend a significant amount of time, especially evenings, away from a place that I can call my own.

Additionally, I've no one that I am incredibly open with and close to here. There is no one that exceeds the boundaries of "close friend". I love the fall but I have no one to share it with. I need someone like Gringo here at the very least, though I'd love to find a romance. I thought there was the possibility of one until a few days ago, and for some reason I am still optimistic about that. Lord knows why; she essentially said, never.

On the brighter side of things, I'm going to see Against Me! and Ted Leo & the Pharmacists play in Minneapolis this evening. I haven't been to a loud, sweaty punk show in awhile and I'm looking forward to simply enjoying the music and the volume. Brother Ali is performing here at my school tomorrow night, as well. Dessa and Paper Tiger, both of Doomtree, are opening. Expect reviews of both shows to be up on Mockingbird Music before the weekend is out.