These were the good old days
Circa Survive - Living Together
My Lady Four - Sometimes The Bear Eats You
My Lady Four - Your Idea Of A Good Time
Joywave - Electric Choir
Screaming Trees - Dollar Bill
Cinematic Sunrise - Pulling A Piano From A Pond
Junction 18 - Dakota
Civil Twilight - Quiet In My Town
Evaline - La de Da
Monty Are I - Break Through The Silence
Brand New - Logan To Government Center
Bayside - I and I (live from the Bayside Social Club)
Pearl Jam - Love Boat Captain
Something Corporate - Hurricane
Brand New - Magazines
Sunny Day Real Estate - In Circles
Thrice - In Exile
As Tall As Lions - Sixes & Sevens
Envy On The Coast - Sugar Skulls
Head Automatica - Curious
So here’s the thing, I haven’t been going to sleep before around three every night. I think that this is probably not very healthy, I mean I have to force myself to get out of bed by noon everyday. I feel like I’m wasting my days instead of doing something useful. I have all this time right now but I’m basically wasting it, just sitting around waiting for people to, I don’t even know what. I need to get off my ass and get out the door. School is about to start again, and I can’t say that I’m very excited about it. I honestly feel like it’s a complete waste of my time. I need some motivation though, something to get me going everyday. I have all these ideas and things I wanna accomplish, but I’m having some trouble getting these projects and such into motion. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with my life. Is that enough venting for you? Probably. Maybe sometime you’ll know what my plans are…for world domination of course.

Yessssssss…… Someone found this kid! I want to search for the snipe with him.
“We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! -yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:
Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest. -A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. -One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same! -For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutablilty.”