just not the same

I was driving back from a coffee run this evening and cranking Dropkick Murphys on my iPod. I have one of those cheap little FM transmitters that allows you to play an mp3 player through your car radio. If you’ve ever had one, you know that the connection isn’t always great and sometimes, when you pass another (no doubt, much nicer) transmitter, their signal will briefly break through.

Well tonight, what should interrupt my tunes but the unmistakably velvet voice of Barry White.

It was jarring…

dropkick

…to say the least.

barry

here and there and here no more

the beach

My room is almost finished and it looks fabulous. I’m so excited to have it finally feeling complete.

This is my first weekend with an added shift: I’ll now be working on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights from 11P-7A. The pay is, like, OUTRAGEOUSLY good but the hours are just brutal.

After more flip-flopping than Mitt Romney, I’ve decided to step down from the Sunday School at this time. With my last semester and these new work hours, I just don’t have the energy or the resources to lead a group of students on a weekly basis. I was thinking I’d regret the decision, but I feel entirely relieved.

And now…to bed. Happy Saturday, y’all.