Would This Be Considered Blog Fodder?

Okay, I'm going to write a blawg, and I'm just gonna let the words flow. I tried for too long to think of a decent blog topic, but none seemed to come to mind, and then I realised I was taking too long to think. If I continued to do so I'd never write a blog again.

To reference my last blawg post (All to do with my insecurities about breaking up with Katie), things have started becoming a bit better. I'm less depressed about what I've done, when I see things of her in my room and don't breakdown and cry like a little bitch anymore, but I do wish I had the courage to just talk to her again. Ah well, baby steps.

My job has been going great, I'm really very comfortable there now, except for in the factories, I doubt I'll ever be comfortable in there. So many judging eyes. But everyone's great, I've picked on quirks and senses of humor and the like of most people.

Now to tell you the absolute truth, I was working on a new scene related blawg, and with the emotion of my last blawg, I stated I didn't want to bring any more attention to the scene, which really is true. The scene is always there and it always will be, if it's easy enough for a guy like me to analyze, then clearly it can't be that complex. Really, I wasn't talking much about the scene anyways, I was talking about scene bands specifically, The general scene and the music scene, although they both tie in together, really are separate entities to discuss.

Which I'm not going to do.

Because I know, if I continue writing scene blawgs, it will eventually just become 'WHY DOES THIS BAND GET THIS? MY BAND DESERVES IT MORE, SCENE SCENE HYPE CRY CRY LOCAL GIG WAS SHIT' etc.

And really, it's only the scene that wants to read scene related posts. What is this hipster bullshit? Hating on your own social culture because you think you're better than everyone who has a similar mindset you? You people confuse me.

Anyhow, away from the scene, I have started saving money for my trip to Alaska to finally meet the lovely Emmi in person. Saving has started rather poorly. Within the first week (which in my defense, I did have half of what I needed already saved up), the internet decided to show me the two coolest guitars in the world for under $600, but the thing was, it was a first come first serve kind of thing, and there was only one of everything so I had to snatch them, I just had to. So I did. The echeque just cleared this morning, and they will be sent of tomorrow. I am pleased but displeased. I am clearly going to have money issues in the future.

But yes, Alaska. I am highly looking forward to it. Being away from all you scene kids, being away from the world really (as far as what I've heard from American's talking about Alaska), which pleases me lots. I look forward to reflecting on everything, having someone to be with that understands me more than anyone every has, being the new guy to show off, meeting new people (which probably ain't gonna happen to often, the cold will make me an indoorsaholic).

But most of all, It's finally getting to meet Emmi in person. I'm gonna be so joyful and cold (as in the weather, not emotionally) at the same time, I'm gonna have no idea what to do. I'll probably actually just be really tired from the plane trip. But I'll be happy none the less.

My mind is slowly fading away into dreamland, so I think that's my cue to depart.
I'll catch you on the flip side.

Love and shit,
Matt.