Weightless

I checked out a bunch of French films at the library today. I can’t wait to watch all of them. I’m only giving a quarter of my attention to one of the movies right now, but I’m definitely going to rewatch a couple of these throughout the week so I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’m still tired from last night.

I keep thinking about how different this concert felt. Maybe I’ve just become more self-aware or more exposed to the hipster ‘tude, but a lot of today’s pop-punk scene has turned into a big neon-vneck-fluffyhairstyle mess (or maybe it’s always been that way). I’m all for going to festivals, sunburn + overpriced food and all. Sure, we’ll run into more drunkards than usual, but it’s slightly better than the stiletto and skirt combo we saw last night.

But by criticizing and judging these people, it is possible that I am no better than them – overly concerned with appearances rather than the substance behind it. Maybe when we move up to the non-Vans Warped Tour-esque scene, we will be the “hated” ones. And I’m fine with that.