clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose

I was going to write about music. I had this really deep post about music and these songs I've been listening to and about all this nonsense that's been going on in my life.

Then my friend, Anna, told me that Friday Night Lights was on sale for $20.

If there's one show that's ever inspired me, it's this one. Not only as a photographer, but as a writer, a cinematographer and as a person.

I watch this show and I feel like I'm learning. From the lighting and camera angles to the actors and the screenplay. This show is the epitome of good television. It's shows like this that make me want to move out to Los Angeles and throw myself into the industry. I want to apart of something good. Something so good that it affects people, makes them want to watch television because they know something special is happening.

This isn't your ordinary show. It truly is a thing of beauty. I know some of you don't watch television, but I can promise you that if you were ever to invest any time into a television show, this is the one to be watching.



Seriously. SERIOUSLY. I know you watched that. And you're going to tell me what you thought of that.

Texas forever.

ask me anything you like, you could know everything

Back in business, baby baa-by. Instead of doing the 108 pages of reading I have on my table, I revamped the blog. The header is pretty boring right now, but hey, the design of font and color will have to do for now. Until I get an external hard-drive, I won't be bale to do anything too flashy in Photoshop. I have about 4,000 songs I need to take off of the computer before I run out of space, and once they're gone I can get some brushes and fonts and pictures on here.

I'm hoping in the future to add more music and cd reviews, more pictures, and less ramblings of my daily life. Maybe attract a few more readers, who knows?

I should probably get back to The Age of McCarthyism. Woo.

passing through unconcious states, when i awoke i was on the highway

I've really let this thing go. I feel like a person on a diet or exercise plan; you do really well for a period of time and then, bam, you let yourself go. Sneak a few french fries here, skip out on a run or two there...it's a slippery slope, my friends.

So why did I let this thing go? I had so much I wanted to say, so much to vent and angst and wax nostalgic about that it was almost an overload. I major in words, yet I can never find the right ones to express myself. I can write for hours about analytical bullshit, but when it comes to telling stories and expressing my feelings, it's like every word in my vocabulary goes sparse.

I'm currently sampling some sweet Turkish, Greek and middle eastern hip hop, and I'm not going to lie; this is incredible. I've got a great line up for my show tonight; the last one from 3-6am. Starting this Thursday I'll be on the airwaves from noon-2pm. How sweet it is! I'm going to miss the freedom of the safe harbor hours, though, when I didn't have to worry who was listening, I could just drop whatever I wanted on the radio.

The last month has been pretty horrible. Maybe that's why I haven't posted. And maybe horrible is too strong of a word. It wasn't disastrous or terrible, but it wasn't great. Summer is officially coming to an end, and the last month was almost the literal incarnation of that thought. I knew it's coming to an end, I didn't need four weeks of torture to tell me this. Looking back, everything that went down made me a stronger person. In the end, I was able to realize who my true friends are, and cut some unnecessary ties. Drama is ridiculous and I never want my life consumed with it. I've got more important things to focus on.

I leave for Texas with two of my really good friends in less than a month. I love Texas. Here is a picture of the festival from last year:

Wish you were coming with.

i could recall a time when evenings were bright and thick with love

I should be asleep right now. I have to be somewhere at 10 and have a full day of work in front of me. My internship ends this weekend, and while I loved working at the Herald-Leader, I'm really glad to have my weekends back.

I was so looking forward to getting back to Lexington, thinking my friends would have welcomed me home with open arms. So far, a majority of them haven't even made the effort to ask me how my trip was, call or see me. Thanks guys, missed you too.

There's one thing I've come to discover, though. There's always that one friend you can count on. I went with this friend to quite possibly one of the most electrifying, energetic and explosive concerts I've been to in awhile. Brad and I were able to spend the entire evening together, and seriously, it's just what I needed. We shared summer stories and anecdotes and listened to good music the entire way to the TV on the Radio show in Cincinnati and back.

I move out of what I've come to call "home" this Summer on Sunday. I'm excited about my new abode, but I'll miss this house and my eccentric roommates. But with the new move-in downstairs, it feels right for me leaving. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like the new neighbors...I don't want to get into the nitty gritty, but it's almost an allusion to a situation that I went through a couple of months ago. In the figurative sense, this person metaphorically moved in while I metaphorically moved out. Time for it to happen again.

I went shopping at midnight. I love grocery shopping late at night. I stocked up on bread, peanut butter and jelly, granola cereal and juice. I'm ready to go for the new week!

Summer's slowly coming to an end. I plan on using every spare moment basking in what little is left of it.