I have to baby-sit for my cousin tonight. I wanted to go driving, but I guess that will be done on another night. Our family has a new member arriving next week. His name is Tommy Chung, and he is a 1995 gold toyota corolla. Now I don't have to drive the monster of a van! :)

P.S. Aha! moment of the day: I definitely should not be left alone to my thoughts for more than half an hour. I think too much, and it does not bode well for my mental well-being. Tonight, was one of those nights.

I used to write.

Everything from stories, to poems, to songs...it was all there. Now there's a hole of big, fat nothing where the creative part of my mind used to dwell. Its disappointing to attempt to even try anymore. I just end up sitting for hours in frustration trying to get a good line out that would spark some magic. Now I just have to be content to listen to others' music, and read others' stories and poems, and wish it were my own, because: "that's exactly what I was going to say."

I blame college for killing any and all creativity I once possessed in my being.





Yeah, I used to write.

"Yeah they talk about her/She smiles like shes so tough/She says"hey can you talk a little louder,/I don't think my heart is broken enough"/But someday we'll all be old/And I'll be so damn beautiful/Meanwhile I hide my head/Here in this paper bag/Cause if I can't see you/Then you can't see me/And it'll be okay/Fly little bee away/To where there's no more rain/And I can be me" -Anna Nalick, Paper Bag

Have I mentioned how much I adore Anna Nalick and her music? Her album, "Wreck of the Day," is definitely one of the best I've ever heard. Not only that, but every song on it is a good one. There are no skips on this one for me, ladies and gents. I don't know what it is...her voice, her lyrics, or her music...but it all comes together in this album.

I remember the first time I heard, "Breathe," on XPN in like November....long before all of her newfound fame, and I remember thinking how big she was going to be. She's almost there.