we can leave this place and just run away

You ever get in one of those funks where you know you should be writing, but there's just so much to get down you can't bring yourself to even start?

Yeah.

It's July already. This summer is going by so quickly. There was so much I had planned, and all I've done is work and watch television. It sucks because this will probably be my last real summer. Who knows what I'll be doing next year.

I certainly don't.

I went to see Fahrenheit 9/11 on Tuesday night. Reserving judgement for now, but I will say that I liked it better than Columbine. There was less Michael Moore in this one, and it was easier to distinguish what he was laying down as fact from what he was laying down as his opinion. Although, I will say ( this. )

Ahem.

There are other things, as always. But instead, for no particular reason than I was just thinking about it, I give you random lists! In no particular order:

( Top 5 Favorite Love Songs )

( Top 7 Favorite Songs About Heartbreak )

( Top 6 Favorite Songs I Always Like )

( Favorite Movies I Haven't Seen in Way Too Long )

And that's just right now. I'm fickle. And indecisive. And I need to go buy new CDs. I was reading this thing in a magazine I picked up from work today about this new pretentious indie rock thing that's taking over the radio airwaves. Which, yay, good music on the radio, but really? I hate bands that take themselves way seriously. And I hate the fans who immediately dislike a good band once it gets radio play. Okay, so really I hate pretentious indie rockers. So be warned. All of you. ;)

This post brought to you by my randomness and utter boredom. And all those weird conversations I've been having lately that I'm too lazy to write about.