So last night on the radio I played this song, "Everything's Alright" by Kimya Dawson featuring Danielle Ferguson. Ferguson is a small child singing along to a song about one-night stands and that lonely feeling you have inside when you "spoon a guy" and pretend that you can still "be his friend". Not only did I receive a few phone calls about how much people loved it, but the guys that called were shocked that this happens to girls. That girls who live alone bring guys home, and even though he doesn't love her, he keeps her company.

Anyways, this song reminds me of, in a weird way, Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire". Someone in radio land said that it reminded them of R.E.M.'s "End of the World". I kind of agree with them. With the fast paced listing of pop-culture figures and day-to-day tasks and objects, I can hear the connection.

Everything's Alright w/Danielle Ferguson::Kimya Dawson

I worked around 20 hours in two days and didn't get paid a dime for it.

I have two job interviews this week. The prospect of doing some form of work and getting compensation is glorious. Never before I have I been so grateful for my horrible high school job. I never knew how good I had it until now. Not only was I bringing in over $200 a week (and I know, it's not a lot, but it's more than nothing!) and I was making tips. Lots of tips. I was damn good at that job.

I have such a boring life. I've been called out on how much television I watch, and I know. It's excessive. But man, that Roseanne! What a riot! And seriously, what she did for television is incredible. It's true: you can have a loud-mouthed, big woman on television and people will watch. It's a genre of television. Just like the whole "fat man, skinny wife" genre. This is what I learned on spring break in Evanston.

I think I'm going to the Austin City Limits festival. As soon as those first two paychecks come in, I'm purchasing my ticket. I can't believe that I won't be able to take my camera, though. I mean, I'll bring it, but I can't take it inside the festival. Ridiculous.

My mother told me to stop over-analyzing everything in life. I tend to do that a lot, and I wish I could stop, but hey. That's me. I like the look over every minuscule thing that goes on and ruin moments and just...complicate things.

My posts never have any solid ideas. My thought process is jumbled up, and I bounce around from one idea to another.

However, a continuous theme would be unemployment. And Felicity-esque drama/situations. I think if my life were a television show, it'd be somewhat interesting. Except for the hours when I loaf around at home, waiting for my friends to either get off work or get out of class. My life during the week basically revolves around their schedule and me riding my bike to places I can apply for jobs.

I like bicycling.

During my senior year spring break, I ate a turkey, ham and cheese sandwich every day because not only were they delicious, but I liked them. And I knew that at any time, if I wanted something else, I could go out and get something else.

I've eaten a turkey, ham and cheese everyday for the past week and a half. If I wanted, I could eat something else, but then I'd feel guilty about spending what little money I have.

For some reason, I'm having the most difficult time getting a job. It's mind-boggling and frustrating and ridiculous. I have experience, I'm friendly and I wasn't too desperate. I mean, I'm desperate now, but at the time of applying for jobs I wasn't.

While I'm having a great time hanging out with some people that I never really had the chance to spend time with during the school year, not being able to pay for things sucks.

And seriously, if one loafs too much, one gets sick of loafing.

I never want to get sick of loafing.

Goodness gracious, I'm going to miss you.

I love that Sex and the City comes on at such random hours on syndication. Syndication can be the source of so much happiness for me. It allows me to believe, even if only for a second that, that show is still on air.

I seriously am in dire need of a paying job. If anyone in Lexington is aware of a place that's hiring, please leave me a comment. Keep this in mind, though: I'm not yet 20, so I can't serve alcohol.

Tomorrow I'm going to sleep and read. My days are long and boring, hence the need for a job. The internship is going swell, but 16 hours a week isn't enough to keep me occupied. That's only two days, guys.

When I have some money saved up, I'm going to buy a Bishop Allen cd. I don't know why I don't have any of their music.

Seeing !!! on Friday with a close high school friend. It's going to be great.

This was such a disjointed and emotionally distanced post. Next time I'll write something more eloquent and enjoyable to read.

As comfortable as the floor is, I don't know why you wouldn't just sit on the bed. There was plenty of room, and you wouldn't have been the first person to claim that space of the bed as yours. Yours to watch television with a group a friends.

My house was crowded with people yesterday evening. As a small gathering with friends turned into a huge pasta party, I become frustrated, annoyed. I just wanted to watch the Office, and now, thinking back, I'm not even sure what happened during certain parts of the episode. I'll have to catch it online.

Is this even my house? People are calling it "my house" and "my bed" and "my room", but really it's not. This isn't my bed I'm sitting on, and this isn't my permanent room. I'm only a visitor here, paying rent for two months. But I'm glad that people feel comfortable here, that they feel comfortable around me. That they can just hop on the California King Size and nap on it while I'm watching television. Somewhere over the course of the year I made friends, and close friends at that.

And even now, I'm working on friendships and building relationships; deciphering what's just a friend and what could possibly be more.

Someone asked me once how I know if someone I like or someone that I randomly meet at a party or someone I've known for a long time...how do I know if they're it. They're the one I want to pursue, the person I'm interested in.

I don't know. I had a conclusive answer earlier today, but now I'm not sure. So far I've been wrong.

Yesterday a friend invited me to see Animal Collective at the Southgate House in Cincinnati. Digression, but every time I write Cincinnati, I never know if I'm spelling it correctly. Anyways, it was pretty spur of the moment for me, seeing as how I was on my way to Richmond, Ky to work on photo story that I've been putting time, sweat, my emotional health and gas money into since September.

I'm glad I went. What an incredible show. Despite the mass of sweaty bodies next to me, getting my foot stepped on, having a drink spilled on my shoe and losing my two friends from the people who somehow got in between us, the show blew my mind away. I had always wondered what seeing Animal Collective live would be like, and it was beyond what my wildest imagination could have conceived.

From the crowds singing along and jumping and putting their own mark on the song, to just having a grand time dancing along, Animal Collective was able to take the audience on this wild ride with them. Even when they lost power for a few minutes, the band got back on their feet and continued their electrofantabulastic show.

So for everyone who is over 21 and in Lexington, I highly recommend going out to the Dame tonight to see them perform. You won't regret the $15 the show cost. For a mere $15 you'll be taken to a whole new place, where people raise their fists together and sing about who could win a rabbit.

Just watched last night's The Office. Pam's confession to Jim had me thinking about everything in my life. And about television. Because guys, this is good fiction. This is good television. When you feel for the characters and get involved and you hope with everything inside of you that things work out for them because you feel for them. You feel for them because you see bits of yourself in them. And if there was ever a character that better represented me besides Felicity, it's Pam.

Pam had me thinking of her relationship with Jim, and the friendship that was there before things were weird.

There was time when I hated, for no reason that I could pinpoint, my best friend. I couldn't stand him, his presence enraged me. It got to the point where I didn't want to speak to him. I don't know what happened, because I think at one point he hated me, too. And it was horrible. Because if I pushed aside all that anger I had pent up, deep down I was missing him. I was missing the fun times we had together and the person I was getting to know.

It's only in the last few months that things have somehow changed and we became actual, real friends. He's the person I confide in, who I feel comfortable around even when I look horrible. Who helped me move out and asked nothing in return.

And for some reason, at this very moment, I'm missing him terribly.

I'm only a week and a half into summer, a week and a half into not seeing him on a daily basis. This summer in Lexington is going to be incredible, but I don't know how I'm going to get by without seeing my bestie.

I'm so pumped and oh so nervous about finally going on air. Like, it's this incredibly complex mixture of emotions; I hate public speaking and here I am, putting myself on the radio. But at the same time, I love sharing music, and playing tunes that I love for other people is so exhilarating. Sure, it's at the shittiest time ever, but there'll have to be someone listening.

What's great about the 3-6am time slot is I can basically play whatever. I can experiment with a few sounds, and check out some genres that I'm not too familiar with. It'll be a great ride, with me figuring out what the hell I'm doing while others listen.

I've realized that I've been pretty deprived lately when it comes to concerts. I haven't been to a show in awhile, or really, a non-UK show. Because Margot & the Nuclear So and So's was really fantastic, and that was free.

But the last big show was Death Cab, and I'm really wanting to see something soon. I'm thinking of buying tickets for the CoCoRosie show here in Louisville; anyone want to come with?

I'm taking my sister to a funeral tomorrow. I don't think I'll ever comprehend death.

I've met someone that I really would like to get to know more. If only I wasn't so awkward when it comes to that initial move in communication. Hopefully I wasn't imagining things last week, when I felt a connection. Who knows.

Man, I can't wait to play some Godspeed You Black Emperor next week.

I survived Derby. My cheeks are sunburned, my shoulders are sore, but this morning I received the most gratifying text message.

"You're in the Herald-Leader!!! You're awesome!"

I mean, I didn't need that to feel like I did something incredible yesterday. Because I know that a lot of people will never get the chance to stand on the track of Churchill Downs, or wait for that perfect moment to shoot a photo of horses thundering by, the dirt getting kicked up as they zoom by. To happen to stumble right in the middle of the action as the winning horse and jockey come by, getting congratulated by the trainer.

I had a good time yesterday, despite the hours of waiting and harrassment in the infield. At one point, while waiting for race 9 in the observation box on the backside, I fell asleep while standing. And the infield...man. I was never happier to leave a place.

A photostory that I've been working on since September will be wrapping up soon. I'll post more about that later this week.

I've been home for three days, and can't wait to get back to Lexington. I feel awkward in my own home; in fact, home doesn't even feel like home anymore. I'm a stranger in my own bedroom.

Welcome, Summer. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me.

The walls of my room are bare, with almost every space of white showing. Some of my movies are packed up in boxes, and I'm taking my piece-of-shit-microwave home tomorrow. Seriously, the damn thing didn't even last the entire year. And it's not like we ever had a ton of food in here to warm up...we didn't ask too much from it. Oh well.

There's only one issue left of this year's newspaper. Shew.

Saw Vandaveer in concert today. CD Central had a pretty sweet in-store show early this afternoon. It was nice to walk over there and just take in everything. Every now and then, it's good to do things alone. I recall one Carrie Bradshaw saying she would go out once a month and see a movie by herself. Her date was the city; NYC makes for quite the soul mate.

Well, Lexington and I went on a date this afternoon. It's cool to people watch, and man there are some very interesting cats who come into CD Central.

Also, I was a huge dumbass and left my camera in my dorm. What's lame is that I saw the perfect picture, knew how I would compose it and light it. But there I was, naked without my camera. What kind of photojournalist am I? Answer: A shitty one.

So shitty, in fact, I'm beginning to wonder what the H-L was thinking when they hired me for freelance. That's right kids, I'm doing real photography now. I'll be hitting up the 133rd Kentucky Derby next Saturday, taking pictures of horses and other Derby-ish things. I have a press pass and everything. Needless to say, I'm anxious like whoa. It'll be cool though, I know I can get the shots. I think. I hope.

Radio training is going well. I'm almost done. I think if I sit in on one more show, I'll be ready for my one-hour test show. Last night, someone who works at the station told me that there needed to be a stronger female influence at the station. I was told that it'd be sweet if I named my show something along the lines of "The Vagina Radio Show". I'm seriously considering it.

Well kids, it's incredibly late and I have a pretty hefty amount of material I need to study. Oh, Finals Week! How I loathe you.

Total number of tracks: 3344

Sort by song title:
+ First Song: “'Cause You Can” by Birdmonster
+ Last Song: “Zurich is Stained” by Pavement
+ Shortest Song: “One Last ‘Whoo-hoo!’ For The Pullman” by Sufjan Stevens (0:06)
+ Longest Song: “Tereza and Thomas” by Bright Eyes (25:46)

Sort by album:
+ First Song: “Hat and Rabbit” by Page France(off “...and the Family Telephone”)
+ Last Song: “Two Weeks In Hawaii” by Hellogoodbye (off “Zombies! Aliens! Vampires! Dinosaurs!”)

Top 10 Most Played Songs:
1 + “Hotel Song” by Regina Spektor
2 + “Fraud in the 80's” by Mates of State
3 + “Unfold” by Jason Mraz
4 + “Ceremony” by New Order
5 + “For Real” by Okkervil River
6 + “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead” by Stars
7 + “Wrapped Up In Books” by Belle & Sebastian
8 + “For the Actor” by Mates of State
9 + “Coming Home” by the 88
10 + “Goods” by Mates of State

First five songs that comes up on Shuffle:
1 + “Chicago” by Sufjan Stevens
2 + “Leaf House” by Animal Collective
3 + “Broadway” by Goo Goo Dolls
4 + “Watermark” by The Weakerthans
5 + “The Long Fall” by Cabin

"sex," how many songs come up + 14
"love," how many songs come up + 177
"death," how many songs come up + 42
"hate," how many songs come up + 24
"wish," how many songs come up + 6

Wow. I had to edit this, because it was complete bull. I seriously need to take my writing up a level.

Has anyone seen the Insight Cable commercials? They're a total rip-off of The Office. Those clever guys in advertisements are probably leaning back in their recliners, chuckling at their genius. I applaud them, since they actually catch my attention.

I hope my roommate is alive. I haven't seen her all day, and it's 2 in the morning.

Geez louisee. I really think no one reads this blog, and to be perfectly honest, I'm okay with that. For some reason, the idea of putting myself out there completely freaks me out.

The other morning when I was doing my training for WRFL, Matt put me on air. Ahahaha, did I clam up. I don't even know why I was so anxious. I mean, I'm the one who volunteered to do this. I've been dreaming of becoming a college dj ever since I became "indie". How lame is that? The night before, one of my best pals said he was going listen to the show. I was happy to find out, however, that he overslept and managed to miss my awkward two minutes on air.

"Phewww! Good thing you didn't hear me; I managed to screw it up!"

"I wish I heard you!"

"No way! You would've made fun of me."

"Of course!"

I have such wonderful friends.

Speaking of wonderful friends, the end of the school year is right around the corner. I'm a little freaked out, to be honest. But then again, the summer is looking pretty nice right about now. Just three finals, and I'm out of Lexington for a good week and-a-half. Hah. Joke's on me.

Have you ever really wanted to talk to someone, but didn't know how to start the conversation? It's not even like you want to have a heavy convo, but you just want to chat. I need to have some more confidence. Maybe if I went out on the street and broke into song, singing about my confidence in sunshine and rain, that would give me a boost in what I'm so obviously lacking.

If you got that musical reference, you're a winner.

But back to the conversation thing...maybe my problem (besides a lack in confidence) is I don't do a whole lot of talking. I really just enjoy listening to people. Maybe that's why I get such a kick out of Overheard In New York. I love what other people have to say. It can be completely ridiculous or extremely deep; I just love hearing folks talk.

I guess that's enough random bloggary for tonight. Amos Lee tomorrow. I guess I can make an actual, musical entry tomorrow after the show. And the Office. Oh man. Tomorrow is going to be gooood.

the smell of spilt alcohol and cigar smoked lingered, and i was okay

It's weekends like the past one that are going to leave me missing college once the summer rolls around. Sure I'm ready for this semester to be over. In fact, I can't wait. My classes have been boring, and once I take that math test I can say GOOD DAY TO YOU, FORMAL MATHEMATICS CLASSES! The thought of it brings me pure joy.

This weekend was solid, as a friend of mine would say. I started it off early with Thursday. Spending it with some great friends, some good music and overall good times. At one point there was 14 people in my room, including some random basketball players. I continued on to Friday, wherein I took part in some training to become a dj at the local college radio station, chilled with some cool kids, and danced with friends. At one point in the night, there was five of us yelling the lyrics to Cold War Kids' "Hospital Beds". It was almost creepy, how we all knew the lyrics so well.

And Saturday? Saturday was spontaneous. I spontaneously decided to go to a recital, to wear a dress and spontaneously attend Thunder over Louisville. I spent Thunder with one of my best friends, and couldn't have planned for a better evening. The weather was perfect, the people were perfect. I was completely and utterly happy.

And now it's Sunday. The day I dread. But Sunday wasn't bad; in fact, the 22nd of April was gorgeous. Warm weather was bestowed to us, and many students took this most opportune sunshine to sit outside and not only get some necessary homework accomplished, but to also soak in some fabulous UV rays.

I was also able to finish a mix cd that I've been working on for the past week. I don't know when the recipient will receive his cd, but I'm guessing it'll be whenever I go out and buy some blank cds. It's incredible/pathetic how quickly I go through those.

Also, I'm really digging the new Shins album. It definitely lives up to their past work, and all the while takes their sound to a new level. If you haven't grabbed it yet, you should go out and get Wincing the Night Away. For old Shins fans, songs like "Australia" will have you smiling and boppin' your head. For those of us interested in a different Shins, "Sea Legs" won't let you down.

The Shins-Turn On Me
The Shins-A Comet Appears

summer arrives with a length of lights

Yesterday I attended the memorial service for a professor here. He was a printmaking professor, and during the service, some of his past students and faculty friends were working on finishing his final print that he wasn't able to get around to.

"He tried to work on it, but his hands were too weak."

One of his students had told him that if he ever happened to die young, that he would want his professor to finish what he started. The same went for the professor.

A graduate student took the drawing that the professor had done, and carved the woodcut. They finished it at the service, and showed it to the crowd. It was beautiful. I snapped pictures of the entire process.

The entire event was so sad. But the remembrance of this guy, the anecdotes people shared, the tears and laughter...I was a complete stranger in this convocation of remembrance, and somehow even I was affected. I guess that's a sign of someone who was really, truly special. I was impacted by him after his death. He had to have been an incredible person.

In other news, I'm on my way to becoming a DJ for the local college radio station. Could I become more of a cliche college student?

I work for the newspaper. I'm going to work at the radio station. I listen to indie music, skip classes, and nap.

It's beautiful outside.

do i walk or do i wait?

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Some are blaringly obvious, like that kid in grade school who was incredible at math but couldn't speak to a girl to save his life. There are others that aren't as obvious, like the girl who gets along with everyone but can never actually get close to a single person.

Deary me...however, as much as I would like to bitch and moan, I really have no reason to. Today has pointed that out to me more than ever.

This whole day has been extremely odd and disjointed. From my mother calling me first thing this morning with an impending sense of doom, to running into a friend in the middle of a crosswalk and not being able to have an actual conversation.

Let's lighten things first with this incident:

Of all the awkward places to run into someone, the most awkward has to be the crosswalk. You can't just stop and talk in the middle of it, and you're both heading in the opposite direction, so you'd obviously be going out of your way if you turned around to chat. That, and you'd have to wait for the next cycle of traffic to come through before you can cross again. You know you want to talk to said individual, but everything is against you. The timing of it is off, the short and strained wave and terse words make you turn your head when you've finally made it to the other side, and you wonder, "Should I have waited?" There was the possiblity for a compelling afternoon chat, and you might have ruined it.

We'll have to start running into each other in places besides the middle of a busy street.

On the other spectrum of my day...my mother called this morning, panicked and worried. I didn't really listen to her, seeing as how it was 7:30 a.m.. little did I know that it was only moments after the first shooting at Virginia Tech University.

32 are reported dead, including the gunman. Many are wounded, and life on that campus probably won't return back to normal for a very long time. And will things ever be normal for anyone after this tragedy? The most fatal shooting in American history occurred today in a place where students woke up, grabbed their cereal, and headed out the door for what they believed to be another monotonous day of classes. To wake up in the morning, never to return? It's crazy. And it's almost not even tangible, how one person can cause so much pain in the span of a few hours.

Trying to bring it home at UK felt selfish. Attempting to make pictures of students suffering felt wrong. This isn't our tragedy, this isn't ours to make news of. A massacre on a school campus isn't ours to make a story out of. It didn't feel right.

I hope all is well with everyone who is at Virgina Tech. I was relieved to hear that my close friend is safe and sound, and I can't even begin to grasp what the students at VT are going through.

It's been a crazy day.

snow in april, what more could you ask for?

So everyone has ventured home for Easter, and I? I was stuck in Lexington covering the press conference of our new head coach, Billy Gillispie. Welcome, Billy G. The Kentucky Kernel is putting out a special edition tomorrow, so if you're going to be in the Lextown area, pick up a copy.

With this newfound free time, I've decided to listen to some recommendations from friends. A good pal of mine told me about this guy, Mika. I listened to what he had to offer on is Myspace and initally was turned off. I didn't like, didn't like his style. It felt like it'd be done before, and I was just listening to another Brit-pop sensation.

But later that night I happened to see the music video for "Grace Kelley" and my thoughts on this guy changed.




Now, I'm going to admit. It's campy and pop-ish, but sometimes we all need a little bit of that. At times, Mika manages to sound like Freddy Mercury, which honestly gives me the chills. So, while it might not be my all-time favorite to come out in 2007, it'd definitely a toe-tapper. Or something one would listen to in the car with the windows down and volume turned way up.

That is, if it were warm outside.

it's like felicity, but without the tape recorder

When I was working at the paper today, I commented on the fact that it's already April. Job interviews for next semester start tomorrow, and I'm the first person signed up. Do I even know what I'm getting myself into? Do I want to know what I'm getting myself into? I bet if I knew what kind of semester the fall of 2007 is going to be like, I'd probably jump out of my window. That'd be pretty lame, though. Girl jumps out of fourth story dorm window. Pathetic.

So freshman year has flown by, and the weeks left in the semester are few. As I was walking from the newspaper one night with a good friend of mine, she said that she felt as thought that BIG THING that's supposed to happen freshman year hadn't happened yet.

"You know," she said to me, "it feels incomplete. It's as though there should be something that should have happened. I feel like I haven't accomplished anything."

And maybe this feeling rings true for many freshman. We've been loafing around, barely getting by. It's too obvious in the fact that we're the poorest academic class that UK has seen in years. Good job, guys. I sallute you on your slacking. And I'm not going to lie, I've done my fair share of not caring both semesters. I routinely skip my 9:30 math class, and have no qualms about missing my 5:30 geology class to go shoot something for the Kernel.

So what is it? What's missing? What's that huge thing that we're all looking forward to? But here's the true question: Has it already happened and we were all too busy that we missed it.

Looking back, I realize that a lot has happened. I've met an absurd amount of new people, discovered what I'm most likely going to do with my life, shot amazing pictures, lined up an internship for this summer, signed on an apartment for this fall, seen some amazing bands in concert, and fallen in and out of love. I've made new relationships, broken old relationships, and slowly mended hurt relationships.

I've been hurt and hurt others. I watched a hell of a lot of television and discovered others who understand that John Krasinski is the most amazing thing since sliced bread. I travelled to Chicago without my family and rode a Greyhound (A GREYHOUND!) back to Louisville.

I taught someone how to take pictures. I have my own income and don't ask my parents for money--unless I desperately have to.

I have a crush. I discovered my love for coffee. I read a book that changed my life. I've met people who've changed my life.

I've been published in a newspaper. I wrote articles for a newspaper. I decided that I want to go to grad school and have been told that UC Berkeley isn't out of reach.

I've danced in the rain and cried with friends. I've stayed out until 4 a.m. and regretted the decisions I made the night before.

I've woken up next to someone I truly cared about. I know what it's like to be in a relationship, and I know what it looks like when you've been hurt.

But mostly? I lived. I lived without limits, and let myself do things I never thought I would do.

So maybe I didn't drive to Canada or whatever. But I think my freshman year was pretty productive.

let's try this again

So I had this incredible post written out yesterday, and somewhere between uploading music and pressing the "publish post" button, it dissapeared. Needless to say, I felt rather downtrodden, which is why I haven't attempted to re-write it until today. So here's to second chances and second time arounds.

I wanted to give everyone a heads up on some shows that will be coming up in the Lexington area. At least, some shows that I'm aware of. First off is Noisycrane.


Noisycrane consists of UK sophomore Cody Swanson and UK junior Sean Rose. Between the two of them, they create a sound that's very distinct yet reminiscent of bands like Neutral Milk Hotel and most recently, Beirut. Swanson goes from guitar to accordion and trumpet while Sean plays drums or bass. It's a pretty neat experience to watch as these two figure out somethings and create some very interesting and good music. They're playing two shows this week. Tonight at 6pm at 457 Bourbon Ave in Lexington, and then another this Wednesday, the 4th at 9pm at the Dame. Both shows cost only a few bucks, so come out and support some local music.

Noisycrane-Hold Out On Love

What else? Headlights is going to be hitting up the Mecca on April 9th. I don't have a lot of information on the show, but when I find out more I'll post it here. Otherwise I'm sure you can find it on their myspace.

obligatory first post with music!

So I'm going to try this again, and hopefully this time around it'll be a success. Although, how can one really succeed at blogging. It's not like I hope to gain blogging fame, and be known to bloggers worldwide.

There was just something about vox that wasn't cutting it. People couldn't leave me comments, and if I wanted to get creative and change it up a bit, I couldn't. Maybe I expect too much from my blog? Oh well.

So how to begin this? It's a beautiful day outside, and I've just made the decision to skip my english class. I didn't do the reading, and I have a paper due Monday. For the first time in years, I actually have writer's block, to the point that I can't even bullshit well. I'm in quite the conundrum.

But this is all boring nonshabloggary, so let me get onto the good stuff. The things I want to do, and have been wanting to do with a blog. I want to share pictures, music and other bits of my life with you. Yes you! And can you blame me? Kidding. That was really self-absorbed.

But seriously, some music. I'm realling digging this band Vampire Weekend. They hail straight out of Columbia University, and by golly, they're fantastic. Labeling themselves as punk/new wave/classical, Vampire Weekend has lyrics that make you want to get up and dance, or at the least tap your toes.

Vampire Weekend-Oxford Comma
Vampire Weekend-Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa

So what do you think? Check out their Myspace at www.myspace.com/vampireweekend

Yep. So that's it for this time around. Until next time.