First off, I took pictures of the bruises on my left knee and the weird shaped bruise on my leg just above it. I’ll put it as a link instead of a picture because bruises freak some people out, but I think it’s neat because when I look down at the bruise it seems to be shaped like the number three. It’s even more interesting to me because I don’t remember getting it and therefore can’t figure out why it looks like the number three:
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Today I took a big step into the adult world and paid my first rent as part of the Dooryard. I think I explained a little bit about the Dooryard in my previous post but it’s a sort of artist’s space collective that is contained in a house where musicians and visual artists can claim a room or a corner respectively and do whatever artistic thing their little hearts desire. That includes, to my great delight, drawing on the walls. It’s the type of structure I wanted to live in when I was in high school but never dared to dream existed. So, I’ve paid my money, gotten my key, and can now consider myself part of the Dooryard. It feels very promising and I intend to take some pictures there after I’ve claimed my corner (which will most likely be after the upcoming gig since that’s the most important extra-curricular activity on my plate at the moment).
As a side note to myself, I keep having a recurring dream about someone (the dream never says who) dying and I end up becoming a guardian for a baby through their will (the baby in the first dream was the daughter of one of my friends in real life although the friend didn’t die in the dream, but in the past two dreams the baby has been a boy). I’ve figured out what it more or less means only just this evening which hopefully means it will stop and I won’t have the dream tonight.
I spent a wonderful evening tonight (or, since it’s 2am now, yesterday night?) watching Blue Mire (just Marci, Cory, and Alex this time for the line-up) play at Venue in Freeport. It felt so special because Freeport is too far for Portland dwellers to consider traveling for a night out so it was just some Freeport locals and myself by the time that I got there. I recorded two song performances on my camera and took a bunch of pictures—that stage is so gorgeous to photograph:
The co-owner approached me and, upon finding out Alex and I were a band, was very interested in whether or not we had a demo CD and what kind of music we played. He was a very nice man and, in general, I’ve not been in a more positive feeling place in a long time. Everyone, even the toothless old man who complimented my Delirium tattoo by pointing, nodding, and grinning, was so welcoming and friendly; it was refreshing.
I also think that not drinking has improved my disposition greatly. I felt happier not feeling obligated to drink anything more than water and I enjoyed the smaller things in the whole experience more. If that makes any sense, after all it is quite late. I feel like by saying “I will not drink alcohol anymore” I’ve released myself from the obligation I used to feel about social drinking. I’m allowing myself to be confident with just water. Absolutely marvelous! Although, I must say I’ll miss finding pictures like these on my camera:
Ah, well. I can pose in silly ways sober too. It’s quite late and despite coffee I’m exhausted. After this episode of Bewitched (speaking of alcohol, there’s tons of booze on this show…) I think I’ll try to get some sleep and try and devote tomorrow to homework. Goodnight, world!
-Aubin
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