cipher

Still feeling journal-lazy. So some Bright Eyes:

sometimes i worry that i've lost the plot
my twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts
i never really dreamed of heaven much
until we put him in the ground
but it's all i'm doing now
listening for patterns in the sound
of an endless static sea




Oh, and it seems there's a very good chance, like upwards of 80%, that I can graduate in May. I'll have to work my ass off, finish my incompletes, and take summer courses anyway, but I can walk this May.
You have no fucking idea how happy this makes me.
Nor do you have any concept of how fucking drunk I'm getting that night.
Kegger at my place!!!

Edited to show love. I'm going to fucking love this movie.