Sooooo not in this class anymore.
Sooooo happy.
Sooooo not gonna lose sleep over it anymore.
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They’re talking about the origin of the band name.
According to Urban Dictionary: Joy Division
1. A great band.
2. What the Nazis called female prisoners who were kept alive to be prostitutes for the German army.
I love the way people with English accents say ‘nazis’. They pronounce the ‘a’s more, so it sounds like “gnat-sees”.
Also, the casting director for ‘24 Hour Party People’ sucks though I love Tony Wilson.
/rant on the Manchester music scene in the late 1970s. 
Yay!
So I can talk about ANYTHING I WANT, AHHHH, SUCH CREATIVE FREEDOM!
I’ve had too much sugar.
I watched Control today with Shannon.
That movie fuckin’ kills me, every time. I cannot imagine how frustrated Ian must’ve been to feel like hanging himself was the only way to resolve his problems.
And at the same time, I don’t see how those closest to him couldn’t see it coming. A month before his suicide, he tried to overdose on his epilepsy medication after a night of drinking. He staggered into his bedroom, collapsed, and his wife called the hospital and he got his stomach pumped.
Plus, well. You could see it coming just by reading his lyrics. Don’t get me wrong; I’m the last person to say “Oh no, look at what so-and-so’s writing, they must need help.” But really, how could those closest to him not see what was happening? They all knew he was on a bunch of different pills for epilepsy, the pills weren’t working and were causing depression, his wife was filing for divorce, his affair with a Belgian journalist [the reason for the divorce] was falling apart, plus the guilt of said affair and the guilt of knowing that after the divorce, his [ex] wife would likely have to take care of their infant daughter on her own.
And then, taking all that into consideration, there were his lyrics. Maybe it’s only obvious in retrospect, but they seems to give off a big vibe of “I’m not okay and won’t be.” And I feel bad about it. Ian Curtis was intensely talented and some things in his life were beyond his control. When he had seizures onstage, he’d end up having to be carried off and would end up crying in a back room. Maybe if there had been better medication to treat his epilepsy, he’d still be around. However, that’s mostly hopeful.
Ian Curtis
1956 – 1980
