With perfect time, in perfect melody, streaming sounds surround my strides. Love, I get so lost sometimes.Sing me a song of summertime. Of sweet release, and long goodbyes. Sing to me and I'm your's forever.
So, I'll be waiting--anticipating--just let me know.
I have a slight obsession with the History Channel, Reality TV Shows, the Discovery Channel (primarily Mike Rowe and his Dirty Jobs), Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips, Music that I can dance to no matter how cheesy or horrible it might be, Wawa Lemonade Tea, the prospect of living in Los Angeles California this summer, Benjamin Gibbard and Chris Walla and their musical genius, Rachel Bilson and how one day she'll realize how much cooler I am than Adam Brody, the University of Pennsylvania and how I sometimes pretend I go there, my iPod, Apple Cider, beer and liquor that are out of my price range, reading the classics, Walt Whitman, William Faulkner, William Shakespeare (again, primarily the Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet -- 'eff all you naysayers, they're amazing), Romantic English poetry, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, quoting movies while my friends yell at me, the prospect of being just like Vince and Owen when I grow up, my roommates Matthew Schictman and Brian Alvarez, facebook, singing at the top of my lungs like I still do it on stage every weekend, looking at old pictures of my family, my family in general, all my friends from home and school that I don't see nearly enough, jeans, shirts with collars, plain colored t-shirts, tuna helper, Explosions in the Sky, fireworks, the Olympics, discussions revolving around religion, spending days in my room listening to records, making the perfect mix cd, the Philadelphia Eagles, and being the most romantic person you will ever meet. No lie.
