so i met the lead singer of the band playing at the entry tonight on work terms (i work at the venue yadda yadda) and i’m afraid i talked too much about myself?? the booker was like, “she does finance” and lead singer was all, “ahhh so you crawled out of your office for a show?” (he was actually much funnier/nicer about it) and i lamented, “oh god that makes me sound so sad. i studied music and just fell into finance.” then he asked what i studied and i said, “composing” and he pushed for more and i said, “orchestras” then the booker was all, “see, she’s in the perfect place here and then everyone changed the subject and idk i need affirmation that i didn’t act like a total ass
(i also realized i’m overanalyzing i just do that, ok)
It’s film festival time here in Minneapolis and because I’m working all day and then volunteering whenever I can I took Oreo home to my parents so she would have some sort of social interaction over the next two weeks and I MISS HER.
“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.”—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (via observando)