1/30/10

the smith westerns, magic kids and girls played at the house of blues last night. it was cold outside but no one waited on the weather, and everyone sang along with the uptempo songs. selfishly, my heart is living in strange place...


"yr sweater looks cozy" she screamed...


"my steady girl, don't always say, that she's in love, but I can tell"


"life in san francisco is a drag"

all the high schoolers dreamt of summer vacation and we were fast approaching midnight. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I found her friend attractive, though we weren't properly introduced. looking towards the stage's lights, there were too many hands to keep my eyes on, with someone on my mind the whole time and counting the songs until the encore...