I just signed up for three workshops at school. They are entitled:

-Resumes that Rock

-Internships 101

-Interview to Impress

…

I’m scaring myself.

Also, I’m going to Arizona for five days in March and I couldn’t be more excited.

jhnmyr:

Radio Monday

jhnmyr:

Here’s a clip of the first single off Born and Raised, called “Shadow Days.” I’m excited to share the first bit of sound from the album… Been looking forward to a post like this since October 14, 2010, the first day I started writing this group of songs. Enjoy.

Cannot properly convey how excited I am for this……..

I haven’t been on Tumblr in a long while.

I should update this thing more.

Unfortunately, I have class tomorrow.

My days of insomnia have (mostly) come to an end.

I’m just a regular old nerd now.

Man, I’m boring.

Thankfully, I’m pretty stoked on that.

Buenos noches, mis amigos.

P.S. how do you non-Mac people do it? My MacBook is digging its own grave right now so I’m using this tiny little Windows laptop thing (it’s adorable but I don’t know if it counts as a computer or WHAT) and I forgot how many popups and how much stupid crap goes on in Windows.

P.P.S. I got nominated to be a peer mentor at school. Like, someone, on their own free will, submitted me to be in charge of a group of 18 year olds. This is hilarious to me and I fully plan on doing it.

P.P.P.S If this fucking tiny computer tells me Windows is going to restart in 14 minutes and 59 seconds again I swear…

I miss the good old days, when music wasn’t tinted by experiences and was just that: music. Almost every song I listen to has some sort of memory or person attached to it. In some cases, it makes me grin and fondly recall the times, but in a lot of cases it either makes me embarrassed or upset.

My life is a series of songs that are hard to listen to.

The following is not my fault:

1. When you forgot your ID at home and you look under 30. No, I will not serve you, even if your parent is with you.
2. The price of food. I don’t set it.
3. How long it takes said food to come out. I don’t cook.
4. That happy hour is only at the bar, and no, you can’t order a drink at the bar then sit down.
5. Looking young. I know I look like I’m still in high school, but I am 22 years old. Please don’t treat me like a teenager.

I do love my job but seriously. Can’t wait for my vacation to Philly and Florida. And for these finals to be over and done with.

For an amazing family. For the best friends anyone could have. For college. For a delicious dinner and a roof over my head. For Andre champagne. For opportunity, for happiness, and for all the love in my life.

There’s always something so tragic about a hopeless romantic.