After the flood. (or in-between them)

Things are a little more clear now, there's room for thinking. Possibilities aren't that scary anymore. It's just life.

There's a plan, she's got a job out there and we'll have our time to think it all over, see what we'll do with our lives.
I'm optimistic over here, but if things turn around right now, I'm ready. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, and if it's a train, I'll move along.
It's such a relief not to have to go to school and turn in those numbers that have nothing to do with my practical life.

Two concerts! Yay. The Make Out Club is back to existence. The studio guy just called and there's practice tonight. Shit, I need to pick some good songs to play acoustic, because we have about five to perform with the band and that's just so damn little!

Musically I guess there's not a lot new. Lots of Elliott Smith... I realized Call and Response is a very neat band. Slowly I'm becoming interested in disco and disco-ish music, which is pretty interesting since I've had so much prejudice against anything dancey for so long. That's just silly. Has to do with teenagehood, when you had to be either a rocker or a poppy-dancey shithead.
Now I realize you can be a rocker and a pop listener. And a shithead, if it pleases you.

[Audio: Mates Of State - Whiner's Bio]