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.