beginnings, again

the photo up at the top of the page is one i took at a maximo park concert last summer in the year two-thousand and seven. it was pretty decent except my dreams of paul smith being a suave frontman was horribly crushed when he was actually kind of a prick; a talented one but one nonetheless.

this feels more real than my xanga that i've had since high school. maybe this will mature everything up a bit and then mature me? i don't know why i cannot bring myself to write blog or even say it because it sounds like it's whoring up the written word with technical computer lingo when it probably isn't at all.

maybe i should finish the discourses a little bit before i sleep.

to beginnings, again.

yours truly.