i'm racing through dave's return mix cd, and as predicted, it includes plenty of music that i don't think is exactly his cup of tea. but i guess there are different kinds of mixes to make for people- the kind that they would like, and the kind that's supposed to say something about you. i'm clearly doing the second one, i think.

yeah, so i'm going to see some rock bands today. (if you choose to call belle & sebastian a rock band, that is.) i can't find my favorite t-shirt, and i think maybe my mom confiscated it for the rag pile again. it's one of her old shirts from the ivy street days- the one for the '82 block party that has paint all over it. she doesn't like it when i wear shirts like that because she says they make me look "scrappy." i guess i can understand why, but come on, i'm an 18-year-old girl. i dance so hard that it makes my neck hurt the next day. of course i'm scrappy.

i have so much to do before i leave, but this mix is sucking my life. nobody should be surprised if it has a lot of 10-minute long songs at the end. this is concrete proof that life is harder if you like three-minute pop songs instead of blustery 10-minute ones. oh well.

b&s + s-k = <3