wah wah wah

What I want for myself more than anything else right now is financial stability. I'm sure I'm not the only person with this dream.
Part of me wishes I had never gone to college in the first place because these student loans are drowning me. But it's all said and done and there's not a damn thing I can do about it now. Now all I can do is look for a solution. Obviously money is the solution, that being said, I really need to procure some. I will find out within a week whether or not I definitely have a job, but even if I do end up getting hired that only guarantees that I will scrape by. I'm so tired of digging for change. I'm tired of having to ask for the help of my parents.
I long for the day when I will be free.

In the meantime, I will listen to music that nurtures my soul, and I will soak up as much sunshine as I possibly can.

the life of the poor

sooooo technically today is the 20th, but whatever, I'm here.
I think I may have found a job, but I don't want to jinx it so I won't say another word about it until it's definite.
*zips mouth shut*

If the key to writing good music is listening to lots and lots of music then I'm set because that's pretty much the only thing I do with any heart these days. I've been listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen lately and let me just say, the man knew how to write some lyrics.

I am going to see Steve Martin play some bluegrass in 8 days. I'm pretty stoked. That's right, I said stoked. Deal with it.

prior it tease

first things first.
I have liked the band Florence and the Machine for a while, but it has taken me until now to listen to the album "Lungs" in its entirety. I have to say, it's really effing good. And to the people (elitists I think they're called) who might say "oh, I've been listening to that album for ages", well you're a jerk for keeping it a secret. Music is meant to be shared. So if you don't have it already go get it and listen to it and love it.

second things second...
I have no job, and despite what the movie industry would have us believe, hope is not quite so buoyant.
So to keep a firm grip on my sanity, I'm going to copy Abby and try to blog once a day.
This is day one.

I just ain't got no song to sing

I'm crawling out of my skin.
again.

My pencil is sharp but the page is still blank.