This journal entry is going to very blunt.
Last night was the last night of the summer. It wasn't depressing or anything, I don't really care much about the summer to school transaction- I was just in a down sort of stance. Everything was so official, so planned out, and I needed one of those chaotic and spontanious planning by the next minute sort of nights. Went to Devon's with everyone and 'raged Mr.B.' then smoked cigarettes and ate bad suger cookies outside. I felt like all those guys were this puzzle and each of them were pieces all fitting together. But my piece belonged to some other puzzle, some other crowd or some other person. I'm sure I've fit their puzzle before, and I'm sure they've fit mine, I just don't permit standards. I'm okay with anyone. This summer I've more than likely always been the only female. And I don't know how that works out, or if there's some reason behind it, and I really don't mind. But it brought me to awkwardly question sex and genders and all that hoo ha.
Banquet, Bloc Party
Bukowski, Modest Mouse
Constellations, Jack Johnson
Feel Good Inc, Gorillaz
From Blown Speakers, The New Pornographers
Girl Inform Me, The Shins
Hotcha Girls, Ugly Casanova
Idioteque, Radiohead
Drive (acoustic), Incubus
Just A Ride, Jem
Kingdom Come, Coldplay
Luno, Bloc Party
Neighborhood #3 (Power Out), The Arcade Fire
Roadtrippin', Red Hot Chili Peppers
Salute My Shorts!, Rilo Kiley
Sherry Fraser, Marcy Playground
Soco Amaretto Lime, Brand New
Sullivan Street, Counting Crows
The Engine Driver, The Decemberists
They Write Books About This Sort Of Thing, Say Hi To Your Mom