For Those Only Watching The Olympics...

Just wanted to thank the Angels for thoroughly destroying the Yankees this weekend. Though they're not really my team, anyone who can teach that holier-than-thou ball club a lesson is alright in my book. 

P.S. I don't hate the Yankees. I really don't. 

For Good Measure

I've decided that since I haven't posted something in a little while (and frankly I have nothing else to write about at the moment), that it's time to post another playlist. These are all just songs I've been listening to a lot lately. 9, 10, and 11 are few favorites that have been in heavy rotation lately while the rest are relatively new to my library. Please enjoy.

1. Carolina Liar "I'm Not Over"
   
2. Throw Me the Statue "Lolita"
3. Katie Herzig "Sweeter Than This"
4. Imogen Heap "Not Now But Soon"
5. Blind Pilot "Go On, Say It"
6. The Wombats "Let's Dance to Joy Division"
7. N.E.R.D. "Spaz"
8. The Ting Tings "That's Not My Name"
9. Rilo Kiley "Portions For Foxes"
10. The Postal Service "Against All Odds"
11. Pigeonhed "Battleflag (Low-Fidelity Allstars Remix)"

Bottom Line

There are a lot of things that can hold you up in this world. Ideas, principles, morals, and the like. I've been thinking a lot about the things that hold me up. Sometimes people hide behind those things because they're scared to take a chance. Using it to justify the things that you don't do by calling them the things that you "won't" do. I'm not going to tell anyone how to live their life (excluding my specific environmental and social beliefs). What I'm asking you to do here is this: Figure out what your bottom line is, what you're really afraid of, and what your deal-breakers are. 

Withdrawal

I miss you, Jane.

Cardboard Boxes

Since I'm currently out of the job, I've thrown myself into packing up my house. I'm moving to a new place next weekend and my bedroom has never looked so sparse. After the initial "Man, I have a lot of crap" thoughts, it was easy to just keep working away at making sure things are safely wrapped and packed for travel. The one thing that keeps bubbling up in my mind, however, is how strange it feels to watch myself gradually disappear from my home. In a week, it'll be as if I never lived here. Sure, I've made a few distinguishable marks on the place, but to the new tenants it won't make the slightest difference. These thoughts should be eclipsed by the excitement I have about moving into the new place (read: Upgrade!), but I simply cannot shake them. 

About the new place, it is pretty great. It's in a new area that's a bit more relaxed than Mission Valley. There will finally be a place for my guests to park and I'll be able to buy all of the groceries I want without worrying about how many trips I'm going to have to make to my car. The good thing about this new location is that I get a chance to experience new places and people. I have to admit, though, that I'm not really all that fond of the idea. I've been moving around all my life and it's made it really tough to connect with people. Somewhere deep down it there's a voice that says "Don't get too attached. This is only temporary."

Oh, and as for the marks I've made on my current place? Thank you, Magic Eraser. 

Put This In Your Deck And Play It

Sometimes I just feel the need to highly recommend some music to those around me. Much like a tiny restaurant no one knows about yet, sometimes it's the little things you keep to yourself that you enjoy the most. So, if I feel that a little public exposure isn't going to ruin something good I'll shed a little light. With that being said, please do yourself a favor and check out The Morning Benders' album Talking Through Tin Cans. It's quite refreshing, believe me. Try it, you'll like it. 

My Independence Day

Today I submitted my resignation and two weeks notice to my current employer. Since my last boss got fired but is now technically just "on suspension", things have been fairly stressful and it has become the kind of place you hate to be. The bottom line is...I'm FREE! Two weeks and counting. And the great part is it's not really even a whole two weeks. For this holiday weekend, I'm going to be flying out of town and visiting the land where you can forget all of your troubles. You may even forget your name...

Vegas, baby. Vegas.