Farmer's Almanac

Yes, the following has been said will have been said many, many times. I want it to be spring, I want my warm weather. This is the twilight of my fucking youth, April brings adulthood and the cold is keeping me inside. I need to be taking people out to fields to lay and read. The same people need to come with me to sit and chat by the river side. Then lay and nap by the river side. I'm digging a hole with expressing my emotions. I shouldn't have to. Random: I saw the Shins in 2003 before Chutes and Garden State. They were opening for Guided by Voices (who I'm listening to this second) at the Magnet Magazine 10th Anniversary show. This was probably one of the trendiest moments of my life, seeing a soon to be lauded charttopping delight of a band, opening for underdog lo-fi greats at a show organized by and for a just as great independent rock and roll bi-monthly. I love Magnet, I love Philadelphia. I'm wondering if Magnet takes interns just out of high school. If so, I'm doing it, I can't wait. I don't want to bore you with hopes for my future because I know how I feel when people do that...not good, sorry if I offended you, reader. Also, I love popular musical brilliance, such as the kind found in people like Robert Pollard, Britt Daniel and Jeff Tweedy (except for that bullshit new album of his, fuck!).

I've discovered in me this out of control fire that is a love of life and with that pain and...haha I'll stop because it really doesn't matter. It's not even anything new. It's just that things have been really fun lately outside of school except now I work with this girl who may or may not smoke crack and definitely has STDs and sexual relationships with men twice her age. It makes me feel dirtier and I find myself telling her to leave early, there's nothing to do. She's a few months younger than me by the way, and she doesn't go to school anymore. But yeah, work and school aside (well even work is great, Matt Anderson is sticking around. Matt is three years older than me and I've known him since I was in kindergarten at St. Patrick. His sister's used to babysit), I have fun with a core group of friends that are often mixed or separated. Everyone listens to really good music, feels the same way about life and does things that are worthy of putting down in writing.