clap your hands if you believe.

So I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bursting at my seams with excitement over moving away and going to school, but I would be lying also if I said I wasn't feeling any pangs of doom. However, the key in this whole thing, is that they are little pangs of doom. Not deep rooted foreboding storms of ultimate destruction. Just a little doom.

But I digress. I am terribly excited. I am hoping that the excitement dies down a little, [it hasn't so far,] because if I keep up this excitement level for the remaining days of summer I may actually burst.

Oh a completely un-related note. I feel the need to profess the insane infatuation type crush that I have on Jazz, also known as, Manufacturing. Granted whenever she writes I only understand 70% of what she writes, as it is all incredibly cryptic, but none the less, pretty much everything makes my insides freak out. I am done being mushy now. Also, I am incredibly frustrated because she lives in Portland and I do not, and also, Portland has an amazing book store. Futher more, while I have been to Portland, I only spent three hours there because my family is sometimes, though not often, lame.

Arg. That is all I have to say. Other than, I am reading about five million novels right now, and I want to read about 50 million. I've also watched a lot of fantastic movies lately.

Rushmore. Oh boy! Wes Anderson is AMAZING. I am going to rent Bottle Rocket tomorrow, because I am insane and I apparently do not plan on sleeping between now and next Saturday.

I have also, in the past week or so watched Say Anything, Pulp Fiction, The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things, Velvet Goldmine, and something else... I know I watched something else.

I am listening to the Fem Bots. I bought their CD a couple weeks ago, and my last "uninfomed" purchase. I don't actually know what I was thinking at the time, but it seemed like a good idea. Luka talked about them a lot. I have not yet listened to it, but it seems like decent background music.

Sigur Ros is a fantastic summer rainstorm music.

Finally; I need to be less cynical, because being cynical and a hopeless romantic is a very confusing and disorienting practice.

[Music: The Fem Bots - Count Down Our Days]