It was my birthday this past weekend.
Turning eighteen was so anti-climactic,
but it had a few peaks.
I've made a new friend,
and I've lost myself in music,
to an extent where I feel really disjointed from reality when I'm not listening to it.
I dunno.
I want to be Andrew VanWyngarden, whose last name I just massacred,
but regardless,  I feel like I am the female version of him.
I'm seeing them in about five or six days.
I got two Band of Horses CD's for my birthday,
i love cease to begin more than anything,
but Infinite Arms, breaks my heart.