I wasn't about to let this month be the first month in the entire history of #METASWAG with fewer than three blog posts. However, I will let it be the shortest post ever (because I'm buried alive this week - even had to make a homework schedule and everything, fam).
Game-Changer
Let's admit I carved a little bit of time out of my underground torment for some much-needed recuperation:
> Rosemary's Baby (holy cow: "THE YEAR ONE")
> Waffles (ouch/yum; sup Brandy)
> Watching IU basketball with my #1 BB in our apartment (HOO-HOO-HOOSIERS, 7-0, first game I've watched all season, I might care about basketball again, etc.)
The weather is way too dreary for how sunny I'm feeling. I just wrote an 8-page paper in as many hours (which was five more than I managed to sleep). It was the last academic commitment I had keeping me down before the swellest of comfy holidays: Thanksgiving.
Exhaustion probably should have set in by now, but Rihanna-powered adrenaline is still coursing through my veins. So, I'm forgoing a nap in favor of a hella necessary blog post. I missed writing, y'all!
thxxx
First of all, I'd like to thank myself for making brash decisions. More than usual these past couple of weeks I've been faced with the choice between staying in to work on papers or going out to enjoy myself. I guess it's the time of the year when I indulge, because I've been treating myself to limited doses of chill whenever it seems necessary. These little escapes probably helped me focus more in the long run. Or they just got me buzzed enough to stay awake a little longer. Either way, I got my work done and I got my fun done.
List Season draws near. I'm hella excited to put the finishing touches on my lists and write pseudo-critical affirmations of my aesthetic pleasures. I have taste! I have a voice! I'm a subject! Anyway, stoked to live my dreams tonight.
What you doin' that's so important? For me, nothing is quite as important as listening to Take Care, which leaked earlier this evening.
Meaning, this is me right now:
And it was already a good day. I spent my afternoon as Terius (the old fool) playing Dungeons & Dragons with my crew. I then caught dinner with my fam. Shortly thereafter I watched Lost In Translation with Zech. It's the sort of movie to get you thinking about the future and the past, even if you've already seen and loved it.
But that's neither here or there. What is, is:
Take Care
A part of me was starting to hope it wouldn't leak. Luckily, the illusion of mass communal experience is maintained by the saturation of trending topics with this album's song titles. Clearly, it's an Important release. And it's Important to me: did you know that I actually built a sick day into my semester to listen to Take Care? Well, now you know!
First Impressions
Dangerous to write about this after only one listen (and an incomplete one - the last track is missing from the leak), but this one matters. It seems to have all the richness of the Drake record I wanted. Drizzy's verses tend to be stellar. The production is luscious throughout. "Lord Knows" in particular sounds monstrous. "Look What You've Done" plays out like a rap reinterpretation of the drunken flashback scene from Casablanca. The album itself is huge; it's longer than plenty of double records. At times it feels like it, replete with spoken word passages and interludes, but it never drags. The biggest relief here is that nothing sounds like filler. Just killer.
Hopefully I'll get to write a review of this for the IDS.
Memory
A quick reminder for myself: if I want to take the time to feel something old, I've got so many untapped memories stored away somewhere in my mind. I always forget that I can remember. There are so many fleeting images and moments (the animated .gifs of my past) just waiting to be parsed out and reimagined.
Conclusions
Well, I had intended to do work tonight. Let's just pretend that I saved some daylight for that tomorrow. Take care.
