September already and the nights are getting cold. I got the new TV on the Radio record and I'm loving that shit to death. The main problem I had with their last album was their lack of a percussion section. I need something with a beat, and Return to Cookie Mountain delivers some foot loose grooves to set me rolling and put me in a good mood–I always need some recorded pick-me-ups when the weather starts changing. Seems like I get most of my records in the fall.

School has started and it really hasn't set in yet. Even though I was working and taking summer classes, it's never the same because even though it was time consuming over the summer, it wasn't all that difficult. Throw five classes in there and I get frantic at times, pulling all-nighters to get everything done. I was really hoping for a relaxed senior year, but I guess that probably never happens. I wish I was done, I wish I could not care about it anymore, and not lose sleep over nonsense. Pitty I might even have to attend grad school to get a decent job, but at least if I had my bachelor's degree I could take it easy for a bit, and take whatever job I could get that pays halfway decent. Also, as it turns out, I don't think I'm going to take the internship this fall. I won't get credit, and they don't pay, but I can get credit for it in the spring, so I'll do it then. I work at the university now, and I'm looking for a second job (that pays).

I got a bit of good news the other night, but maybe I'm just getting my hopes up. And people that know the situation between me and Justin so many years ago might perk their ears at this, but he's coming back from Seattle. I'm excited about it. He was one of my best friends for so many years, and we played in bands together on and off for fun. I've already talked to him about playing again, and that alone would make my year. It will be really interesting to see what we could come up with after these years. Who knows if it will pan out, but here's for hoping.

I'm getting over Sarah more and more every day. The more time that passes, the more I realize what kind of situation I was in, and the more laughable it becomes. What's life if you cannot laugh.