I remember the first time we heard the cancer conspiracy. I think of it in my car on a beautiful summer night after you bought the ep listening to it and watching stars fall. I feel like I have all this creative force inside me but it has no possible medium to put it in. I feel incredibly inspired by even the most meager, retarded things. I don't play music, I suck at language and writing, I draw/sketch/paint crappy. I throw myself into listening to music again like I did in 8th grade when I had no other outlet but to listen to music which makes me feel like the biggest fucking lamer on the planet. I get excited about putting The Opposite of December in even though I've listened to it every day for about a year. I'm jumping out of my stupid pants to see the Overcast reunion in two weeks. I've been getting nostalgic over emo songs that I only last listened to two years ago. It is strange to think about the passing of time. It will be two years since Austin and that spring time afternoon on my mattress [you liked my underwear] and gnome globes and rolling for the first time. Four years since July 12th. Nostalgia is just the gayest ever, seriously.
Adryon is on her way to come get me. My dad and I are enjoying the Modern Lovers. My dad's like "This Jonathan Richman must be an old bastard now. This was new about 20 years ago!" and proceeded to grumble about him being and old bastard and I actually forget sometimes how cool my parents are and it is funny.
