I used to want to be a rock journalist, but that was before I realized that I'm not good enough to be one. At my school I'm known as the girl who goes to a lot of concerts and meets famous people. (My fish Ringo died three months ago.) I subscribe to Rolling Stone but am not satisfied with any issue. A year ago I named my dog Craig Nicholls. I really am obsessed with all things music-related. (I only did that because I wasn't sure what else to do with my hands.) Sometimes I dance, sometimes I stand and calmly nod my head along to the music, and I am guilty of holding up "rock on" hands.
Because I loved a song so much and it sounded so great live, and I was happy to be there. I've cried at a concert before because of the emotional intensity. The Strokes, and their followers) but that's only because I actually do like their sound, not because I want to fit in with all of the other "indie" scenester idiots that go to concerts because that's where they're supposed to be, not where they truly want to be. I don't listen to anything because other people listen to it although I do listen to bands that are way overexposed and overrated (i.e. I am a teenage girl that is addicted to music. I'm just testing things out and noticing that has changed quite a bit since the last time I had a blog here.
Since this is brand new, I'm not bothering with changing my colors and all of that just yet. I would say something like "but this one is for keeps" but three months from now, this one might not even be in existence. I've gone through several online blogs and journals and diaries, etc.
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