Live

This is really just for my personal reference, but every now and then, I like to do a self-reflection and shovel out old (and probably bad) habits to be replaced with new ambitions (as well as some new bad habits because I'm only human).

Today's spring cleaning started when I was looking through one of my many email accounts and decided to dump the emails I had written to one of my ex-boyfriends. I didn't think it would take too long, because my rusty memory informed me that the two of us didn't correspond THAT often. Maybe fifty emails, tops (it was a long relationship, fifty would be plenty). But of course, I surprised myself and found over a hundred emails, not counting the singular emails that branched out and became its own monster when the number of replies piled up. Needless to say, it took me a solid fifteen minutes to get rid of all of them (but this is only thanks to the "select all" option from gmail that allows you to delete all 20 emails that are present on the page /random advertisement) and I felt that much better that a somewhat shameful chapter of my life had been expelled from existance for good (or so I hope).

Yes, I looked in some of them, peeked over some of the lines and kind of fought the urge to regurgitate the pizza bun I had hungrily consumed a half hour beforehand. My young, immature and inexperienced love(s) was/were quite nauseating, but I'm glad I got it out of my system. At this point, I'm happily single, more sure of my sense of self, and will approach such relationships with much more caution and brain than my previous attempt(s).

See? Good lessons learned when you do that little spring cleaning jig. I'll stop using that reference to spring cleaning, I've used it twice and it's leaving a bad aftertaste on this blog.

And to think I started this just to list off yet another band I would be glad to see live before I die.

The previous list included L'Arc~en~Ciel, SADS (now not possible since the band split up), NELL, Epik High, Acidman and FAKE? (Luna Sea too, just for the record). But introducing my new love, Bump of Chicken, because they rock as much as their band name is grammatically awkward.