Plans.

I'm currently in the process of getting my shit together, which. oddly, doesn't carry the same connotations as it would for most people. I am not recovering from some debilitating addiction nor am I trying to get out of some life of crime or fallen virtues. No, I'm quite literally just..getting my shit together. Getting things organized, lined-up, trying to do things that are actually within my power to make me, well, happier, I suppose.

For example, I'm doing some renovating of sorts in my apartment. Trying to cut and toss out boxes and the like that have been lying around since the move, actually go about decorating the place and making it easier to move around. Most of this won't really be completed probably until I return from Seattle. Just to make it a bit more..homey..and Mylesesque. It's neither at the moment, a fact I find distressing.

Also, getting serious in my attempts to leave the office. I'm trying my best to get a full time position at Barnes and Noble, which I think would be lovely and absolutely perfect for me. The office just isn't an environment I personally, creatively, emotionally, or mentally thrive in. If anything, it feels like it has a more detrimental, isolating effect on me, which appears to have grown in the more recent months.

I've done the 9-5. Actually, it's 8:30-5:30, and I abhor the daily grind. I used to appreciate the weekends off and set times, but this was back when I was in school when my schedule was a bit more limited and it made much more sense to be appreciating those things. Now that school no longer strangleholds me into that time frame, the weekend doesn't really mean all that much to be nor does the need for any sort of normal schedule. I can't thrive on that. I'm a night person, and the going to work at 8 every day is killer. With Barnes, I'd at least (in theory and hope) have a bit more variety. So here's hoping on that front.

Currently spinning The Photo Album by Death Cab For Cutie. Well, alternating between The Photo Album and Plans. The Photo Album still remains my favorite DCFC album, although Plans comes in at a very close second. The album's amazingly strong, with a grand sampling of b-sides (particularly "Jealousy Rides With Me" and the resurrection of their stellar cover of "Wold, Shut Your Mouth," one of my favorite DCFC tracks) , but sort of flats out at the end, with "What Sara Said" running too long and sort of spilling into the last two tracks as well. It just sort of wanders, a bit lost, which is a pity because it's enormously strong (stronger than Transatlanticism in my opinion ) until then. But The Photo Album = love...from front to back. Plans does has amazing insert designs and the wonderful Directions project though. I am on the edge of my seat for Narrow Stairs, which drops in may. I can't wait to see where they go from here.

Romantic life is...well...as vacuous as ever. But I'm sort of used to or complacent with the fact that people continue to disappoint me in that department. Right now, I find myself in the odd position of not being too concerned. Though, it's just the mood. It can turn as easily as the wind.

Because, of course, "they say if you’re not lonely alone...boy, there is something wrong." - Nada Surf

Which reminds me: Go out and buy Lucky buy Nada Surf. Now.