Young, Alive, and Lost and Academia

I'm in the library finishing my last paper of junior year before I go abroad.
I hate working, I hate staying up late, I hate giving so much of my energy to something that I just don't care about ...

so why do I feel like I'm going to miss this?

♪ Bliss

It's been an anxiety-filled week, and driving home for 90 minutes in the snow today would have been absolute agony if it were not for : EELS and the excellent work of music that is Tomorrow Morning!

Holy wow!

What a drive that was! How in love I am!

I highly recommend this.


<--- Pretty hot, this one.
<---So romantic to me. How I would love to be "Spectacular Girl."


<---And this -- the epitome of a wonderful day!

Yowza!!

Agony of a Good Song

There are few things more exciting than finding a really good song. This morning I was browsing through some new titles online and with this one, had to get up from my chair and play air guitar for a while in my kitchen.

It hurts, almost. When a beat or melody pierces in such a way, it's painful to think that every moment of this life is not so musical. In a matter of seconds, the desire arises to be behind a keyboard, a drumset, a guitar -- something (regardless of how well I can play it). It's like I won't be satisfied until I'm in a room with nothing but music, with nobody who's not playing something equally well. Life won't be good enough until I can somehow become music itself.

AAGGHGHGHHGGH. It kills me.

But here's to trying.

♫♪♫