songs from my closet

i give myself two days to feel better, or i'll drive right off a cliff. because if i can't make myself feel better, how can i expect anyone else to give a shit? -- bright eyes
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ah yes. conor oberst. got it right, again. let's just put it this way: this blog is a way for me to track myself. the chance that anyone is actually reading this is so slim, that a small enough number doesn't exist.
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anywho, i'll write an update nonetheless. i've been having one hell of a hard time. with everything. everything = housing, money, school, friends, family, urges...blahblahblah. in terms of housing, i need to get out of where i'm living right now...i just don't feel safe. with money, i kinda spent too much and now i'm slightly screwed until i get more money on wednesday. with school, i'm basically going to talk about it directly in terms of my major audition, which i sunk. friends. oh friends. let's just say that i need one of those outside of where i'm living. family. where should i begin?? and lastly, urges. these haven't been around for a while. but jeeeeez are they back.
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i wish my college was in a small town in vermont or maine or wisconsin or some place like that. away from all of this city crap.
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i haven't listened to bright eyes in a long time. so that should at least give you one last thought on how i'm doing. OH. and brand new. i've been listening to brand new nonstop, too. woo hoo.
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dylan.