On the beach I remind myself that holding hands is so powerless

I think I may have used this title before on my old blog. Whatever. This was a great weekend of accomplishing nothing, and wasting time. I had a great time both nights and Saturday afternoon, when Tim and I wandered around downtown and put off going biking for long enough that it never actually got done.

I brought a bunch of cds to work today because I was getting sick of listening to the same 200 songs over and over. This wouldn't be a big deal except I grabbed my case of all burnt cds, and I haven’t burned a cd in probably 6 months. Most of the cds I have in here go back to whenever the hell I was in Scotland and I lost all my cds in Pearson Airport. CDs I had gotten completely sick of are fucking awesome right now. I remember thinking that I would probably never listen to A Static Lullaby again (they were in my minidisc player all last year while I biked to school), but I am listening to them right now and it is awesome. I think this was all kick-started by happening across my Streetlight Manifesto cd. I was listening to that and thinking of how much it reminded me of the days when I could piss around outside all day and decide not to go to work because it was too nice out. Now I am listening to all these bands that Mike and I used to listen to on the way to track (way back when) and bands we saw live at Louis and it brings back good memories. I am now trying to figure out how I can get out of work for most of the summer. I think it wouldn’t be too hard, and I really have no need for the money. Hell I would probably be better off not working, because I spend so much money on stupid shit when I am here. I have already spent $20 on food today and it is just after lunch.

So I think I am going to plan a trip home at some point in the coming weeks. I just need to find someone to drive me, or catch a plane. I suppose I will look into the flights tonight.

Peace.