There’s a love coming to us all.

You can pack your whole life up into bags and move forward, but where are you really running to? The last days of my stay at “home” are diminishing right before my eyes. It’s been more pleasant than I had prepared myself for. The first breath into the airs of Newburyport were filled with angst and fear, I didn’t think I’d make it through three weeks. Nonetheless, Christmas was eventful and so were my days here…mostly spent with friends. Homecoming is such an experience when you’re in college. You’re never quite sure as to where you belong, but you exist within the city limits as best as you can. The placed you called home becomes just a place you stay, at least for me. I’ve talked to people that I’m in school with and they love going home -they crave it. They’ve got so much pride for their home town, whereas others just exist within theirs. Eastern Massachusetts is an experience, its much different than the Western outreaches of this great state. The people are more crass and hard, and that alone effects the entire experience of being here. I feel more at home here, but at the same time…when I am here, I feel like an outcast. It’s like you’re homeless in your own hometown. Nonetheless, it’s safe to say there is not much left for me here. Even the best friends I do have are moving out and away, and I just get frustrated by the city streets and salty air with nothing to do on a Friday night, for free. Freedom has it’s price and I’m beginning to see that it costs your weight in homelessness.

The days are beginning to wain away, no more Shaw’s for months should be refreshing. There’s nothing more nauseating than having your mother knocking down your door at 9:30 in the morning to tell you that your boss has called and left a message on the answering machine asking if you could work. It’d be alright if she hadn’t already decided that I would be available, and tells me that I should go in. So, frustrated and utterly crestfallen I showered and attempted to resist the urge to throw the shampoo bottle through the window. Personally, I love grocery shopping. I throw in my ear buds, put my tunes on full blast [Lately, it’s been Crime In Stereo on a pretty consistent basis.], and lean my entire upper body into the carriage [Welcome to New England, it’s not a shopping cart.] and roam the store at a leisurely pace. It’s even better when you find good deals, don’t have to roam back through the store to find something random because you’re a horrendous grocery shopper, or when you get to the register and it’s cheaper than the total you had come up with in your head. Nevertheless, I despise working at a grocery store. I’m at about 5 years of being with Shaw’s, and I’ve outgrown my job. You can be the smartest person in the checkout and you’re still an idiot. Customers look at you like you have some mental handicap because you’re bagging groceries, and heaven forbid you’re on register and you fumble something up. Fumbling something up…now that doesn’t take much effort. The sheer monotony of your job can make anyone’s brain turn to a jello like substance. So, I PLU-ed [Not the technical term, but work with me here.] your Anjou pears as Bosc, may the produce gods strike me dead. No seriously, please? I’ll stand real still, perfect target.

Johnny Cupcakes posted a myspace bulletin about how Billabong is stealing his ideas, it’s pretty hysterical. I came upon the shirt at PacSun a while back, and giggled with a friend of mine…it’s sad really. I guess Massachusetts just might be taking over the world. It sprouted this big discussion about hardcore. Johnny Cupcakes is from a “pretty” popular hardcore band called On Broken Wings [take from them what you’d like, I don’t particularly enjoy them.] Nonetheless, the discussion that ensued was about how silly things like the t-shirts that Johnny used to sell at On Broken Wing’s shows have blown up into a cult classic, how Nike dunks have taken over the world, and how graffiti [insert my groans of displeasure] has become trendy. The point of my story being, upon clicking on to the Johnny Cupcakes page and getting absorbed by his web blog, I’ve decided to venture past LiveJournal, to more pleasant [ahem, less emo] adult worlds. It was hard to decide between this and BlogSpot.com …but since I’ve already got a WordPress account with The Empire of Sound and WSKB, for which I am the web master…it seemed the most fitting.

Needless to say, welcome to my WordPress.