The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

Actually I've heard 7 times make a habit, but I don't believe it. But who knows. I think a habit is something you have to force for one reason or another (have to or want to) until it just sticks. And if you slide, doing it gets harder.

However, I did some things! We went to the Paranormal Cirque and it was a lot of fun. People doing things like running on wheels in the air and scaring the breath out of me when something didn't go quite right, a guy dressed up as Leatherface who was fucking hilarious, and making one of the "spooky" things in the haunted house almost laugh when my response to being scared was "Jiminy Crickets!"

I rewatched Generation Kill and I love it so much. I also am not...not writing? For the first time in 5 years. Part of it might be that my classes are easy this term, it's my last term, I have the summer off from work-school, and I love them GK boys. I'm not sure I have their voices right, so might have to watch a couple more times (oh, darn). I have three friends from the old LJ days that I'm sharing bits with and the bonds of fic shall never be broken.

Oh, and I went to this little concert. This band called MCR. It was amazing, though I prefer smaller venues to stadium shows. Gerard was the MOST dramatic, and Mikey was all smiley, and Ray was a guitar god, and at the show the camera didn't really focus on Frank that often, so I was bummed. Here are some pictures, but be aware that they're taken of a giant screen by a phone camera from the 300 level. Had I known security was pretty much non-existent, I would have taken a real camera and given you all pretty pictures. https://www.flickr.com/photos/27659024@N08/albums/72177720327490285.

Having learned to choose comfort over costuming at a concert, I was nice and cool in my capris and tank top and sensible, unlike the emos in all black, makeup, high heels, and such in the 80 degree weather [27 degrees to my non-American friends].

Also, if you think about it, the dad in Black Parade is really awful. I mean, who takes a young kid to a parade and instead of letting him enjoy himself, makes him promise to be the savior of the broken, beaten, and damned. That's a lot to put on a kid who just wanted to hear the trombones.

Portland Leather Company also opened a store in Seattle and this weekend was the grand opening. I spent too much then had whipped feta and tomatoes on garlic bread for lunch, and hung out with a friend through it all, so it was a good day/weekend altogether.

Crazy thing I learned today from my college reading that you will never believe: People who can afford therapy for their autistic children and are able to devote more time to working with them have kids that do way better. Weird, right? Like, WOW. Who would have EVER guessed that. I wonder what else that might apply to? [does the sarcasm come through enough? I'm not sure]