The Friday Night Lights soundtrack is absolutely beautiful. It's providing a background soothe tonight as I research a short presentation for tomorrow on Icelandic "superstars" Jon Leifs and Bjork. After tomorrow's I'll have only one more to do for this kind-of-a-joke but also pretty informative MUI class that I needed to take for the minor.

The weekend was absolutely beautiful. I think it's finally here. I've stopped checking the weather because I'm just assuming sunlight will crack through mine or Jess' shades in the morning and wake me up three or eight times, depending on how up to speed my falling-back-to-sleep skills are that day. But that's all I want to say about it. It's nice out, yes. End of school in xx days, yes. Let's enjoy while we can, yes, and fuck countdowns and lamentations.

My Dad has started a photo blog, mostly in preparation for his upcoming trip to Japan. Obscenely jealous, I am. I sent him Lost in Translation to watch and the first thing he asked was "what did Bill Murray whisper to her at the end?" I don't know, I said, I think it's just supposed to be a whisper we're supposed to hear for ourselves. I hope he has fun riding bullet trains and meeting Japanese neo-hippies at moe. shows.

OK.