Wednesday, May 5th: No classes today, but was thinking about checking out this music thing on campus. The thinking was short-lived, however, and I spent most of the day in bed instead.
Thursday, May 6th: Was told that there wasn't any classes again in the morning, but since I'd just taken a shower and wasn't feeling like staying at home all day again, I went to campus anyway. Eventually ended up going to QB Books, and after mulling between
According To The Rolling Stones (pros: nice glossy coffee table format I fell in love with when I bought
The Beatles Anthology, cons: the price tag) or
the softcover edition of Kurt Cobain's Journals (pros: cheaper price, cons: basically just a bunch of scribbles).
Ultimately I went with Kurt. Must've been the lower price tag. Having never been a die-hard fan of Nirvana, I could care less if this was a violation of his privacy. Blame "loving widow" Courtney Love for letting his diaries go public in the first place. At least to her credit she had the the good business sense to make a book out of it instead of letting it leak onto the internet, as would have inevitably happened.
Anyway, the softcover edition was a more attractive option than
the hardcover. Besides the more agreeable price, it just fits the contents better: reproducing the cover of one of the notebooks he used as the cover of the book itself was a very nice touch. I'll probably finally listen to that free
Kurt's Choice CD that came with the
NME a few weeks ago, containing tracks based on one of the lists in the book. Personally, I don't know what I aim to gain from the book. Maybe I'm just looking for inspiration, a catalyst that'll enable me to turn the random thoughts and ideas that bounce around my head into something tangible. Or it'll probably turn me into a smack addict with a fondness for firearms. Whichever comes first.
Friday, May 7th: Another day spent at home, sleeping. Must be getting back to the old routine. But as usual, there's lots of work to do, so I guess I'd better not do that thing I always do: getting so freaked out that I freeze up and do absolutely nothing. I know it's not a very professional attitude but somehow I can't stop falling back into the trap. Ah, well: if anything, it's given me decent training when it comes to coming up with excuses...
