hawksley

Apparently I'm going to be a blogging whore because I don't feel like packing. At all... because I have a lot of shit.

Current Playlist:
the blower's daughter- damien rice
maybe i'll catch fire- alkaline trio
time is running out- muse
if you leave- nada surf
attitude- misfits
never ending math equation- modest mouse
clair de lune- claude debussy
sleeping sickness- city and colour
in my place- coldplay
the times they are a-changin- bob dylan
most of the time- bob dylan
three little birds- bob marley
d in detroit- the anniversary
out of reach- the get up kids
falling in love at a coffee shop- landon pigg
save my old clothes, i'm off to heaven- saves the day

I've let friends know... but only a hand-full have gotten back with me. This is a little disconcerting... I guess I'm not as cool as I thought - but shit happens.

Regardless:
Today: forcing myself to pack
Tuesday: lunch with Jared
Wednesday: lunch with Wendy/fun with Elizabeth
Thursday: I'll be around Monroe and Redford for most of the day
Friday: give my notice at work
Saturday-Thursday: work
Thursday: take my shiznit back to the 'zoo

Again, the rest is all in the details. We'll see.

I suppose I've wasted enough time... I could always make mix tapes for people that i'll never meet.