Current music:	PETE DOHERTY'S MUMBLING
Entry tags:	heart, music, rl

Prangin' Out

Thank you for the cards & CDs, kovaa and petronia! OMG, both cards are so cute. T_T AND LOOK AT THE ENVELOPE, ISN'T IT PRECIOUS. :") What would I do without you guys.

I had originally planned on doing that long End-of-the-Year meme that always makes the rounds this time of year but I'm really only interested in answering one question from it, so:

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007.
As I was driving modesque home the other night, I told her that I had become less tolerant of a lot of people, and she cut in and said slyly, "Which really just means you've gotten bitchier; it's okay to admit it, Bing," and we laughed about it, but it's true, depending on your definition of bitchy. Problems that seemed so trivial before are suddenly so significant (e.g. uhh what's my actual major/minor) and problems that appeared so significant are now so trivial (e.g. what people think of my clothes and music taste). It's a shocking revelation, but other people don't matter. Before, I never saw the point of hanging around people who make me unhappy but, now, I don't even see the point in hanging around people who don't make me happy; there's a distinct difference. I have a full courseload plus volunteer work plus additional work plus social agenda; why bother complaining or stressing about something or someone who won't matter a year from now when I have people and things in my life that'll matter five or even 10 years from now. I've never been a very controversial person and while many people never had a strong opinion of me, most of them probably didn't have any negative opinions, but I've become really sick of worrying over what people will think about the way I dress, or my music tastes, or what I read. If they don't like what I like, it's fine; I'm sure I can always find people who do. I'm sick of worrying over people misunderstanding me, of my constant urge to explain myself. Letting someone know me is a privilege, not a right.

That's what I learned in 2007. Maybe rather late in life, but better now than later.

I have a long, overly-ambitious 2008 resolutions post for tomorrow, and I am ridiculously excited for it. I love making lists and setting goals; I love lists about goals even more. :) It's seriously the best feeling in the world to cross off.

Also, is it mandatory that I fall head-first into an unsuspecting fandom every holiday season? Last year I rediscovered Initial D, this year I have discovered. . . . PETE DOHERTY? This is all petronia's unintentional fault. She offhandedly linked to a live vid of Babyshambles playing "Albion", and then somehow in the next two days I managed to watch the video 100+ times. Pete is mesmorizing. Yes, I know he looks like shit most of the time; yes, it's the cocaine, I know, but LISTEN TO HIM, isn't he so cute. Or high, whatever. He has a 5-minute lag response and talks nonsense and acts (ahaha debatable) hopeless, but HE IS SO AWARE OF PEOPLE & PERCEPTIONS; HE IS SO MANIPULATIVE. That little smirk he gives the camera when he manages to avoid an undesirable question; I am hooked. :( This is pretty tragic, because I routinely express my dislike for Oasis; I can't suddenly turn around and start liking The Libertines and Babyshambles. Except Pete's voice is so adorable; it's charming. Pete is charming. :( Sabina isn't particularly helping: she keeps supplying me with information (LIKE THE PETE DOHERTY/LIAM GALLAGHER CONNECTION, mindblowing) and rumors (uh male prostitution to support drug habit y/n) and documentaries and PETE DOHERTY GUEST RAP (he kicks in about 1:50, I think). Pete, giving a new face to white boy rap. I love him. :(

I need to kick this habit before school starts; plus, the amount of shitty Pete Doherty/Kate Moss fanvids I've accidentally sat through is just embarrassing.