HEWWO??

Straaaannnnge. I have just gotten comfortable in Chicago. Living, walking, going to class, loving it. And this time next week I will be back, in my bed, in my apartment on the 7th floor, on my yellow sheets. I will need to read three books, and I will have lots of laundry to do, probably. The street cleaners will be going by and the next day will be my father's birthday. So strange. I want my life to move this way forever. Always. Siempre.

I have been drinking way too much coffee, indulging in tic-tacs, gum, and other vices not worth mentioning. Let's do some lyrics. Let's do that.


Any way, any way, any way you wanna go.
Nobody wants to get stuck for the summer
Started with one and we ended with another
Scratch your name in my side
It's all about making good time.
-Stuck for The Summer, Two Hours Traffic


It’s a place to lay yourself or the heads of coyote
Now, if you find yourself falling apart
Then I'm sure I could stand on
The Great Salt Lake

We're following home
We want more
Following home
We all want more

If ever beat down, we know who we are
They know we all want more.
-The Great Salt Lake, Band of Horses



Trouble falls in my home
Troubled man, troubled stone
turn a mountain of lies
turn a card for my life
Man of Steel, Man of Heart
Tame our ways, if we start
To devise something more
Something half ways

Only a steel man came to recover
If he had run from gold, carry over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another
-The Man of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts, Sufjan Stevens



I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh, what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you

And it is true what you say
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in
-Marching Bands of Manhattan, Death Cab For Cutie


and the water rolls down the drain,
the water rolls down the drain,
oh what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!

July, July July! Never seemed so strange
July, July, July! Never seemed so strange.
-July, July, July! The Decemberists


Choo-choo train left right on time.
A ticket costs only your mind.
The driver said, "Hey, man, we go all the way."
Of course we were willing to pay.
-My Name Is Jonas, Weezer.


Sometimes doing these things are just important. Sometimes you just have to remember what was going on in your brain. They way you can slowly, slowly, slowly lose hope, and then in one good day, regain it, and remake your Chicago mix, and realize that there's nothing wrong or emabarrassing or bad about you life. It's yours. Own it. Cradle it. Dance with it.

Coffee.