I decided going to the concert would be a good choice, considering the fact I loved the first song I listened to. So on Friday night, Neil and I (yes, we are back together for anyone who cares to know), went to the concert and both of us loved it. All of the band members were highly enthusiastic and seemed to thoroughly be enjoying themselves on stage (which always makes for a great performance), and the lead singer's vocals are out of this world. If I were to describe the sound of the band (and I know bands usually hate being compared to other bands) I would say they truly are almost completely original sounding, but the sound would lie somewhere along the lines of Jeff Buckley and/or Silverchair (circa 'Diorama'/'Young Modern' era). I highly recommend anyone reading this to check them out, you won't be disappointed (unless you like the popular culture shit they play on the radio these days, and if that's the case, we probably aren't friends).
My interview with Anthropologie is finally taking place tomorrow at 3pm. I really hope that I get this job, because there are about two hundred things I have been wanting to buy and haven't allowed myself to purchase without having a steady source of income (cable, that down coat from Uniqlo, those riding pants from American Apparel, a custom print for my apartment, etc.). I also made an appointment with the dermatologist tomorrow for the acne I have been experiencing since moving to the city. I know that it isn't technically 'that bad' or even that noticeable to others, but the fact that I have to worry about covering it up to go out, or that it stresses me out to see my own face in the mirror at night after washing off my makeup is highly disconcerting for me. I honestly don't know how people with cystic acne do it... not that I have cystic acne, but it is a still a struggle in self-confidence to face the world when one has pimples on their face. More power to anyone struggling with acne. I don't think that my acne is bad enough for the dermatologist to prescribe me Acutane, though I have been thinking about that option. I mean, I don't plan on having kids any time soon, and when I do, I want to adopt, but if I were to ever change my mind about having my own, biological kids, I wouldn't want Accutane screwing me over. I just don't understand what is causing the acne in the first place... I am blaming it on air pollution, since I didn't have this issue when I was living upstate. I know I sound like a cry baby right now, and there are far more devastating issues I could be dealing with. I know that I am lucky to have all of my limbs, good health, a close knit family, and a great group of friends. I know I am lucky to live in America, to have rights, and freedom. So, my apologies if I have offended anyone by bitching about my skin. But honestly, I have a very fragile ego, and acne is killing me softly. Let's hope I can get to the bottom of this issue tomorrow, because I absolutely refuse to live a dairy-less, sugar-less, spice-less, existence by going on an anti-inflammatory diet (not to mention that without any of the aforementioned food groups, I would probably waste away into nothing).
In other news, I went to the sketchiest video store ever on Saturday night. Videology, which is the local rental place on Bedford was closed for renovations, so we looked up another nearby video store (remember, I still don't have cable) and walked under the BQE (Brooklyn-Queens Expressway) to get there. It took us forever to find, because when we finally found the number showing up on google maps, the place didn't even look like a video store. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the store at hand, which appeared to be a deli, did have a sign in the window that said "videos." So in we went. The videos were completely disorganized, and the store had an array of Asian food products and random produce on one side. It took forever to find a couple decent movies, and when I brought them up to the counter, I noticed that there were some knock-off Air Jordan's on the wall. In the glass display counter, where the register sat, were all sorts of random knock-off fragrances, along with sex toys, lubricants, and weird Asian viagra. I was a bit freaked out at that point, especially when I noticed the 'Rubba' Booty Shorts' on the wall behind the counter. The man working at the store took forever and a day to find the CDs for the videos and charged me $5 for both... I realized that this wasn't even a rental store, but rather a store filled with DVDs that this man had illegally burned himself. I felt like a bad person walking out of the store with my illegally burned DVD. Luckily it was excellent quality when I watched it.
I am definitely going upstate this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited to see Bijou, my dogs, and get that full-length mirror. Life without my animals is rough.
My interview with Anthropologie is finally taking place tomorrow at 3pm. I really hope that I get this job, because there are about two hundred things I have been wanting to buy and haven't allowed myself to purchase without having a steady source of income (cable, that down coat from Uniqlo, those riding pants from American Apparel, a custom print for my apartment, etc.). I also made an appointment with the dermatologist tomorrow for the acne I have been experiencing since moving to the city. I know that it isn't technically 'that bad' or even that noticeable to others, but the fact that I have to worry about covering it up to go out, or that it stresses me out to see my own face in the mirror at night after washing off my makeup is highly disconcerting for me. I honestly don't know how people with cystic acne do it... not that I have cystic acne, but it is a still a struggle in self-confidence to face the world when one has pimples on their face. More power to anyone struggling with acne. I don't think that my acne is bad enough for the dermatologist to prescribe me Acutane, though I have been thinking about that option. I mean, I don't plan on having kids any time soon, and when I do, I want to adopt, but if I were to ever change my mind about having my own, biological kids, I wouldn't want Accutane screwing me over. I just don't understand what is causing the acne in the first place... I am blaming it on air pollution, since I didn't have this issue when I was living upstate. I know I sound like a cry baby right now, and there are far more devastating issues I could be dealing with. I know that I am lucky to have all of my limbs, good health, a close knit family, and a great group of friends. I know I am lucky to live in America, to have rights, and freedom. So, my apologies if I have offended anyone by bitching about my skin. But honestly, I have a very fragile ego, and acne is killing me softly. Let's hope I can get to the bottom of this issue tomorrow, because I absolutely refuse to live a dairy-less, sugar-less, spice-less, existence by going on an anti-inflammatory diet (not to mention that without any of the aforementioned food groups, I would probably waste away into nothing).
In other news, I went to the sketchiest video store ever on Saturday night. Videology, which is the local rental place on Bedford was closed for renovations, so we looked up another nearby video store (remember, I still don't have cable) and walked under the BQE (Brooklyn-Queens Expressway) to get there. It took us forever to find, because when we finally found the number showing up on google maps, the place didn't even look like a video store. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the store at hand, which appeared to be a deli, did have a sign in the window that said "videos." So in we went. The videos were completely disorganized, and the store had an array of Asian food products and random produce on one side. It took forever to find a couple decent movies, and when I brought them up to the counter, I noticed that there were some knock-off Air Jordan's on the wall. In the glass display counter, where the register sat, were all sorts of random knock-off fragrances, along with sex toys, lubricants, and weird Asian viagra. I was a bit freaked out at that point, especially when I noticed the 'Rubba' Booty Shorts' on the wall behind the counter. The man working at the store took forever and a day to find the CDs for the videos and charged me $5 for both... I realized that this wasn't even a rental store, but rather a store filled with DVDs that this man had illegally burned himself. I felt like a bad person walking out of the store with my illegally burned DVD. Luckily it was excellent quality when I watched it.
I am definitely going upstate this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited to see Bijou, my dogs, and get that full-length mirror. Life without my animals is rough.
