A couple nights ago, I found myself drinking Lonestar and listening to music with friends until about 4 a.m. I feel like I haven't done that in ages. As simple as it was, it was quite refreshing. Just listening to good, quality music. Radiohead. Bjork. LCD Soundsystem. Beck. Hell, and having 6000 albums to choose from wasn't so bad. Also, it was sort of a reminder of what I need to focus on this semester: finding a career in music. I know I've said it many times before, but it all seems so much more real and relevant now.
I'm about to begin my last semester in college. It has finally hit me like a train. This is it; the end of an era. In five months, everything in my life will completely change. No more studying, no more carefree attitude, and no more college drink specials. I will definitely miss the latter.
This holiday break has been given me a great chance to think about things before I hit the ground running. Goals, family, friends, my life, the future...
P.S. - I can't believe I rode around for about 30 minutes to find a CiCi's pizza in West Houston. And what does the manager have the nerve to say to me? "Are you familiar with how everything works here at CiCi's?" Yes, sir. I'm a fucking pizza buffet professional.
P.S.S - Demitri Martin STILL isn't funny.
I'm about to begin my last semester in college. It has finally hit me like a train. This is it; the end of an era. In five months, everything in my life will completely change. No more studying, no more carefree attitude, and no more college drink specials. I will definitely miss the latter.
This holiday break has been given me a great chance to think about things before I hit the ground running. Goals, family, friends, my life, the future...
P.S. - I can't believe I rode around for about 30 minutes to find a CiCi's pizza in West Houston. And what does the manager have the nerve to say to me? "Are you familiar with how everything works here at CiCi's?" Yes, sir. I'm a fucking pizza buffet professional.
P.S.S - Demitri Martin STILL isn't funny.
1 comments:
that happened to me at a cicis in orlando. for some reason i answered "im not from around here" and had the cuban manager lady explain what i needed to do in order to put pizza on my plate.
miss you bub.
matt