the cool air will rush your hard heart away

I'm starting to think I'm spending too much money on my newly acquired concert-habit. I blame Ashley. Just because I can.

( Death Cab )

So, next concert. To see Damien Rice, or not to see Damien Rice. I'm still pondering.

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Megan's coming home from Africa for a mini-vacation in December, and I'm kind of nervous. I know she'll still love me no matter what, but I haven't really been the best of friends since she left. I've called her once, sent her a few emails and text messages, but that's it. I've tried, I really have, but it's hard to come up with stuff to write to her about when my life feels so incredibly empty compared to what she's doing out there. What am I going to say? "Hey, it was great hearing about your 30 mile bike trip to villages all over Africa, guess what happened to Jim and Pam last week?!"

Anyway, I don't think I can make it up to her, but my newest idea is to fill up a journal of some kind with pictures and ramblings and stuff like that, and give it to her with strict instructions not to open it til she gets back to the bush-country. Though, for this to work, it means I've got to get started this weekend, so we'll see how that goes. Anyone have any ideas on other things I could fill a journal with? I have a feeling tales of coffee and law offices will get boring rather quickly.

I can't believe we're already two weeks into November. This year has gone by so fast. I really wish I had something to show for it.