Words they come and memories all repeat...

Yesterday I found a CD that Zack made me for my eighteenth birthday, four years ago. I remember how I felt listening to it the first time; each song struck a chord. It is full of senior year memories: fights, relationships, friendship, anger, nights out at Grant's ranch, love. Sitting in the library, I put it in my laptop and listened-- Third Eye Blind, Matchbox 20, Goo Goo Dolls, etc. The songs are still applicable to my life today. They have fallen into my hands at precisely the right time, just as they did years ago. Isn't it incredible how music can clearly speak the jumbled thoughts of your heart and mind right back to you? I don't talk to Zack anymore, but if I did I would say thank you. Somehow, through the songs on this mix album, my heart has changed. The way I think about things is evolving-- all because of the lyrics to one song.

I have nothing new of any importance to share. Last night I had coffee with a friend and then came home to my room, my dog, and my computer-- where I sat until late into the night finishing up editing. On second thought,I guess this is a pretty exciting development; I may be spending New Year's in Las Vegas. That's right, baby! I keep playing a certain scene from "Friends" over and over in my head:

Rachel: (Drunk) We need more drinks. (On the phone) Hello, Vegas. We need some more alcohol, and you know what, we need some more beers.... Haha, I forgot to dial. (Knock at the door)

Ross: That must be our alcohol and beers.

The girls are going to do New Year's right this year-- i.e. not in Abilene. Kimmy and Emily are planning a trip to London for Spring Break, but because Hardin-Simmons' Spring Break is completely different than every other school in the world, I cannot go. It's sad because traveling with those girls is such a blast, but Vegas sounds like it will definitely be doable! I have a vision of Kimmy, Emily, Laura Jack and me walking around, looking at all of the bright lights to the sounds of Wayne Newton impersonators, with a margarita in one hand and a pina colada in the other. Does it get much better? I am afraid not. Man, I am already excited, so I really hope it works out!

Mondays are nothing but work, school, and meetings. I will probably not be home until pretty late because The Brand goes to print tomorrow and I have to go over it with a fine tooth comb. Thank God for Chicken E sweet tea or I would never make it; they even have "bucket drinks" now, which I think must be targeted for college students that stay up late. It's an ingenius idea. Although, I am not sure that ingesting over 50 oz. of any drink is a good idea. Where the crap do you put it? When I get home tonight I am going to reward myself with a BBC, and I hope to finish Sex and the City season 6. It's getting so good! I can't believe it's over.

Old school lyrics I am enjoying right now:

The Background by Third Eye Blind

Everything is quiet, since you're not around
And I live in the numbness now, in the background.
I do the things we did before. I walk Haight Street to the store,
and they say where's that crazy girl? You don't get drunk on red wine,
and fight no more. I don't see you anymore, since the hospital.
The plans I make still have you in them, cause you come swimming into view.
And I'm hanging on your words like I always used to do.
The words they use so lightly, I only feel for you.
I only know because I carry you around, in the background.
Words they come and memories all repeat.
Lift your head while they change the hospital sheets.
I would never lie to you, no, I would never lie to you, no.
I felt you long after we were through, when we were through.
The plans I make still have you in them, cause you come swimming into view.
And I'm hanging on your words like I always used to do.
The words they use so lightly, I only feel for you.
I only know because I carry you around, in the background.