June 2012
It’s been weird at work lately. I had to alphabetize old Rock School folders. No one is even here on Saturdays. This book for Ball State is weird.
It’s really hard to be in this bed right now.
I’m not tired. Only mildly sleepy. But the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner tomorrow will come. I really need to stop thinking like that. I am sleeping and wasting my days away.
After all that happened this year, I feel like things are finally falling into place and I’m finally headed to where I’m supposed to be.
“I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via darthsark)
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“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via absea)
-arbitrage:
Best Coast- When I’m With You
Sometimes life is as simple as someone grabbing you round the waist and telling you that they love you.
In the midst of downloading Dawnguard for Skyrim. Pretty psyched.
I went to go see Seeking A Friend For The End Of The World again. It hit home more the second time around. Right after the final scene plays, there’s a black out and the credits start rolling and we couldn’t even take our eyes off the screen. We just sat there in the split seconds and we felt so heavy. After an ending like that, it was hard to get up and leave. We had to sit there and...
Officially going to see River City Extension in July at Union Transfer. Fuck. Yes.
Oh God. My heart. Scenes From An Italian Restaurant is the last song on the first side of The Stranger. It’s so beautiful. So rich. So full.
alleyesandears:
The Hollies - The Air That I...
My car does this thing where it plays songs that are far too relevant to the person sitting next to me.
I am aching physically. I am aching emotionally. But both in the most wonderful ways possible.
My parents just bought me a record player for graduation. They were listening. Bless their hearts.
Well tonight was surely an interesting one.
bleachingtheroseswhite:
There are no words.
GAH! KORRA! MY FEELS!
I let you go, dangling you from our dangerous cliff. I need you no longer.
Yep.
That was the meanest email I’ve sent in awhile.
Guh. My music taste is taking a dramatic shift from mellow indie to noise. I don’t mind it or anything.
Damn Matt. I finally had enough free time to sit down and listen to your new stuff. Jesus Christ. So fucking good.
“Nostalgia grapples you like fog grabs a city skyline.”
Good God. There will be an ocean between us in the near future.
God, my sleep schedule is so fucked up. I keep getting home at 1 every night. Maybe I should stop doing that. Nah.
You say all the right things and mean them.
Red hair. Don’t care.
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Man. The guy at Village Green Records at Ball State really knows his stuff. These albums are fantastic.
Holy shit. I forgot these pictures existed.
starf-ck4r:
river city extension - vanessa’s...
Goodness. Life is beautiful. I haven’t felt this good in awhile.
So some guy was standing up, and he’s really tall, and Ringo’s like “Wow, you’re tall. Are you standing on the chair?” He shakes his head and replies, “Well look how short you are.”
Yeah Saxophone Guy. You rock this Ringo Starr concert. Yeah. You go.
Kath is referring to me as Shannon “Whole Lotta Love” Hays in a mass email about Gathering Of The Vibes. I’m thrilled.
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“I am afraid, but I couldn’t admit that to you.”
– Waiting In The Airport: River City Extension
I can’t even right now. Coherent sentences will not come to me. Between college orientation and this evening. Fuck, man. This is going to be a beautiful summer.
