1. The big news is that I’m moving–moving away, moving out; I’m going to be closer to work and I’m stoked.
After some roommate plans fell through last week, I started look at some apartments closer to work, and looked at one on Tuesday and yesterday, I signed the lease. It’s on the second floor of an old huge house they turned into apartments, with 2 bedrooms and an eat-in kitchen and huge windows. Its going to be good, I think. And it super cheap and safe and all the other people who live there are either grad students at Ball State or work there, so I know it won’t be full of crazy drunk people or anything.
So I get the keys next wednesday and once I get the lights turned on, I can start taking stuff over there after work and next week, so hopefully, by the 25/26, I’ll have enough stuff there to sleep there, which would be great!
So yeah, if you’re ever in Muncie, let me know 
2. Yesterday, I found a Christmas mixed-CD in my car from this past winter, and jammed to that all the way home. It’s really just a collection of Sufjan Stevens Christmas songs mixed with some other indie holiday songs. And most of the Sufjan songs are played on the banjo–you just can’t get it better than that.
And can I just say that even when singing songs about baby Jesus, David Bazan’s voice is haunting. He never ceases to amaze me; his voice just resounds with something in you that you can’t get away from. Amazing.
3. Monday is my birthday. I’m going to be 23 years old. For no reason other than my own insecurity, 23 just seems rather old to me. I don’t know, it just seems like that kind of age where ages just kind of cease to matter–kind of like 19. It’s sort of some of those kinds of birthdays. It sort of gets stuck and lost in the mix of life, and it’s stuck between 2 kind of important birthdays, so it just seems kind of odd.
It is the same, I feel, with 23. Because it’s not 22, when you graduate from college, and it’s not 25, when you are offically half-way to 30. Its just sort of floats just high enough to where you can’t take ownerships of it…odd.
4. Tonight, we are totally going to Chicago! My sister lives in one of the suburbs there, and we have yet to go up and visit her, SO my mom, fiance/boyfriend, and I are going up there tonight and staying though Sunday–Half for my birthday and half to see Rachael. We are going out to see her tonight and then tomorrow, going downtown and hanging out at Navy Pier, which is going to be awesome.
And I think we are going to take the train! which I love; but I just can’t wait to see my mom’s face…haha. She was terrified everytime we rode the subway in NYC. And she made me show her on the line map where all of our stops were and where we were on the map of the city, and she was leary about where to wait for the train and the homeless guys outside…
So hopefully, it’s really nice out and we can hang out downtown and see Rachael. And I think I may get to see Nick while I’m there, but I think it’s pretty doubtful. But we’ll see.
5. I’ve been reading, conquencedentally, books about the Holocaust or WWII all summer. It started with some Vonnegaunt books I read last semester, and then I read “Slaughterhouse 5″ when I got the job at Ball State, then a whole book of Flannery O’Connor (more about the South, but a lot of WWII commentary), and then the beginning of this week, I read “Night” by Elie Wiesel, which is heart wrentching and terriflying and leaves you no choice to look away. Read it. You must.
6. Speaking of authors, the Indianapolis Museum of Art, right now, has the entire “On the Road” Scroll on display along side photos of Kerouac, Cassidy, and Ginsberg. I have yet to get down there and check out the goods, but I’ve heard it’s amazing.
that’s all for now. happy August!