I read my horoscope
everyday, and it's a little silly how much I can let that affect my mood.
Although yesterday, it was literally 10's across the board. Nothing
really spectacular happened yesterday, but I must say I felt pretty good
all day. Though that probably didn't have anything to do with little
old Linda Black and her silly astrological readings. Anyway, some
people will tell you that the problem with stuff like this is that they're
just as general and as vague as possible, so that of course some part of
it will be true for just about anyone reading it. And I'd tend to
agree. But today, my horoscope, on Yahoo, of all places, began as
follows:
"Attendance
at a group event involving occult or spiritual studies could put you into
contact with a current or potential romantic partner. You'll find
that you and your friend share a lot of attitudes and interests, which
can strengthen the bond between you."
Now, does that seem all that general
and vague? Sure it does. An event involving the occult? Well,
hell, that could be any of the 12 occult meetings I go to every week.
What an odd prediction. "Share a lot of attitudes and interests"?
Really? I guess if you accept the fact that you're at an occult event,
well, duh, of course you're going to share a lot of attitudes and interests.
Then again, maybe one person could be like "Oh, I'm really into casting
spells," and another person could be like "Me? I'm more into finding
demonic beasts to do my bidding and carry out my insidious deeds in the
service of the Dark Lord," Or even, "What am I looking for in life?
Well, to tell you the truth, what I'm really looking for is a 'Hollow,'
a body that is for one reason or another devoid of a soul, so that I may
inhabit it and live forever. Say, do you like raggae?" I must
say, though, in defense of the occult, I've always had a little thing for
goth-chicks. Pale, dark hair, dark eye makeup, dark clothes.
All that shit. For some reason I find them largely irresistible.
Maybe I should be hanging out at occult events.
What else...I'm
listening to a cd by the band Ch@mpale. I met the girl who plays
the vibraphones for the band at Great Lakes on friday, and we hung out
a few times over the weekend. She also plays the drums. Anyway,
the cd itself is pretty good. One song in particular, "Hard to be
Easy," is one chord away from being "Crimson and Clover," which made me
doubt the band's chops, but now I think it's the best song on the album.
And the album has gotten pretty good reviews. Anyway, I got it for
free, so it's a welcome addition to my suddenly expanding cd collection.
Of the 13 cds i have with me right now, I think I paid for 3 of them.
This is a good trend.
Other news on
the music front- I'm also experiencing a renaissance with Weezer's Pinkerton
album.
I can appreciate it so much more now after that tepid, completely emotionless
pop album they put out this year. And the new Silver Jews is still
going strong. Though I don't see it having as much staying power as the
last album. And lastly, Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane Over
the Sea has made a mighty comeback in the last two weeks. You should
buy it.
I
really need some sleep. You know what'd be nice, in a journal-entry-sum-up
kind of way? Being at home, in bed, with the vibraphonist, who's
all gothed-out, listening to the Silver Jews album. Unfortunately,
I suspect that a few of those items on the wish list contradict the others.
Plus, maybe one or two things were just thrown in to satisfy journal-entry-mention
requirement. I might as well throw the "emotionless" mention somehere
in there as well.