My Arcade Fire

Today, when I got onto the internet in the school's computer lab, and attempted to access a popular MySpace proxy site, [I'm not afraid to admit that I waste time.] I found that it had been outlawed. I was actually glad. Although I myself have been one to MySpace from school, I think it's a tremendously stupid thing to do. What possibly might anyone need to say? "Good morning, MySpace. Here I am, doing nothing, because I felt it was more important to be slacking away than actually working hard. You know. Just the usual."

Maybe I'm more bitter about MySpace because I log on, and am once again greeted with my loneliness. Wonderful to see that I still have no friends.

Though I do feel like I have more real life friends than I ever have. Last night, I went to an acoustic open mic performance, and played tawdry covers of songs I could never hope to write. While there, I realized how I'd gotten accustomed to walking into a warm coffee house full of unfamiliar faces, and acting natural. It feels good to be somewhere and feel like you're in the right place. The coffee house I've been going to, Cafe Marmalade, happens to share a building with the Utah Gay Pride Center. My new friend, Hans, volunteers on Tuesday nights at the Pride Center, and so he has been joining us for the poetry readings. He also came to the acoustic open mic. And thus, he listened to me sing Death Cab for Cutie, and then he clapped. I'm always amazed when people clap.

I know it's probably just me being melodramatic, but the thing I love most about Cafe Marmalade is that people have always clapped.