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Spring makes everything better.
Being so afflicted, perhaps I should move further south. But I don't think it would be quite the same.
Something about the way my brain works. Everything just seems to be glowing right now.
And why can't I ever fall in love in the spring? Always in the fall. It seems symptomatic of something.

Right now all my problems (an exaggeration, but still) are caused by other people. This does not, surprisingly, make me feel any better about them. So while we're at it: Fuck Wells Fargo credit card services. Your computer systems fucked up, not me. Fuck my professor, for being careless and breaking my glasses. And fuck my neighbors, mostly the one that threw the parties that I got the blame for, but also the one that blamed me.
All these situations are being delt with, but none of them should exist. In summation: people suck.

I still need to see V for Vendetta.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs were bloody amazing. A few more shows like that and I can feel good about dying. Crossing my fingers for a Pavement reunion (everybody else is doing it, so why can't they?).
Haley Bonar CD release this weekend. I need to keep this concert-going thing up. It's a fucking blast.