
CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT.
So busy. So much work to do for school, yet I’m so apathetic to it. Three months till I’m done, so I’m struggling to give a shit about school. Then I remember I need to at least pass. Then I work. Then I get apathetic again. What a shitty cycle.
So I waste time by downloading Luka pictures. Cutest shit ever.

I’ve always liked listening to Tegan and Sara’s music; they’re actually my favorite to sing in the car. I recently remembered that they had a relatively recent album that I haven’t listened to yet, and I must say it’s wonderful.
Music has never defined my life, but I have quite an appreciation for it. There are two things that I really enjoy about music, the rhythm and lyrics. I don’t understand new genre approaches or that tomfoolery. Rather, I enjoy a good beat and if the lyrics mean something all the better.
When first listening to the album, I didn’t think it was anything special really but that’s usually the case for most things. It takes time for things to grow on me; in regards to this album, it didn’t take too long at all. The first one that caught my attention was ‘Hop on a Plane’. It was the fast paced beat that caught me at first, but it has wonderful lyrics once opened my ears a bit more. Sad though; it makes me want to give Tegan a hug.
‘Call It Off’ is probably my second favorite. I really enjoy how the instrumentals create a nice backdrop to Tegan’s vocals. Queue up another hug for Tegan.
Anyways, I stumbled upon this little interview when I should’ve been studying:
Interviewer: And so how did it end?
Tegan: I mean it’s over, I mean… never happened.
Sara: They didn’t hit that shit.
Tegan: I didn’t…
Sara: Say it, it’s okay, it’s part of the therapy.
Tegan: No it really wasn’t about “hitting that shit” I really wanted to like marry the person. I was in a very desperate state.
Sara: You wanted to hit that shit and get married.
Tegan: Yeah.
They’re so awesome. Sara is awesome girlfriend material; Tegan is wife material. I hope you both get to hit that shit and get married.