we keep getting further and further

things of note:

-it has been impossible to find the zombies on vinyl. i don't understand. i even looked in a record store in austin. i guess that was my problem, though.

-i am officially growing my hair out. but before i could do that, i had to get a 'style' cut into it. so my fr ugh, this was even boring me to write.

-i'm going to albuquerque in a week with my pal liz because she wants to see the hot air balloon deal and i want to exacerbate my vertigo and do the sandia tram thing. if you don't know what i'm talking about, that's okay. i'm too lazy to look up what the actual names of the shit i'm talking about are.

-my uncle and his gf took me and liz out to a club on saturday night while i was in san antonio. he told me before we went that they played really good 80s music, like depeche mode and erasure, but that he hadn't been in a while. when we got there and i heard the music they were playing, i asked him if the last time he'd been there was actually in the 80s.

-we got the drunken "this is the alamo" tour by my uncle at 1:00 a.m.

the air is nice and crisp outside but it certainly doesn't warrant bubble jackets or peacoats. i see a lot of bike rides to the tall texan in my immediate future. (the tall texan is a country bar in the heights that serves .75 CHALICES of shiner.) i will be missing acl this year to go to new mexico but i really only wanted to see girls and beach house. oh wait.. and sonic youth. well, i've seen 2 out of 3 (haven't seen girls) and i'd rather go on a road trip.

i'll leave you (whoever you may be) with this music video of a song that has been stuck in my head since saturday night, thanks to that SUPER COOL club my uncle took us to.

HOLD UP--um, apparently this is enrique iglesias? i guess his motto is now that his mole is gone, he's redefining himself. this song truly sucks and i wish i could stop thinking about it.