Somethings are meant to be yelled, at the top of your lungs.. like "I WANT TO FALL ASLEEP, TO THE BEAT OF YOU (YOU) YOU BREATHING"

I feel it

Beginning of summer:

Everything sucked.
I felt like shit.
Blah blah blah

End of summer:

I'm happy
I don't sweat the small stuff
I use the steamroller way too much (not really though)
Best of all. I'm actually happy. I'm happy for a lot reasons. It's a good thing.

listen listen listen

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Brew/Bros/Hangin'above the College Store/Writing and finishing songs
More guitar
Babysitting
Annabel
Summer Reading
More feeling good.

I could get used to this.

Or does it feel really good to see some real shit happening in Kent and Akron.

Seventeen and half alive

I've been listening to so much instrumental music lately because I can't find words that describe how I feel.

I don't even have words to choke on.

I need some Chicago pizza, some summer (warm weather), a car, and a little movivation to do my schoolwork.

Viola (rather than violin, i'm more interested in the darker and richer tone of the viola.)
Fender Telecaster
Banjo
Fender Jazz Bass (Basically a higher quality version of the Hendricks' bass.)
New heads, crash, and ride for drums.
Hollow or semi-hollow bodied guitar (most likely a gibson)

Some day..

So this is what its like on the up-side of things.