She's so high, high above me.

Lately, I've been taking photos of random things. I rediscovered the beauty of having a camera in your pocket whenever you need it. It's pretty gratifying, in my opinion. For some reason I keep looking at things at the weirdest time and for some reason I can't resist the urge to pull my phone out and and snap a photo. They come out decent, but that's not what I care about. It's the idea that I can try. Plus, they look cooler in still shots than they do when I try to picture them in my head. I have a decent amount of essays to write, and I'm busy writings for my blog (that people don't read). Go figure.
Cheers,
Anthony

Drowning Sonnet

Undersea Poem.

All I can really say is things have been very quiet around here. To make up for it I did something a bit difficult for most, I found good music. Have you ever heard of the duo Undersea Poem? Musically, they're laid back feel good tropical sounding hipsters with hidden underplays of therapeutic stringed instruments and drums. Lyrically, they're spraying out simple messages with profound lasting effects that could easily calm a rabid pit bull (it's a dog people!) into laying down and falling asleep. Undersea Poem is that rare feeling you get the first time you ever hear The Beatles (or look into Matt Muers eyes; Superbad reference newbies).

Don't go pirating their songs, go buy them or listen to the tracks on YouTube. Google's got them cheap c:

Bury us alive.

I've gotten over the idea of this blog, because it's totally useless. Today I-

thought I was happy.

And now I'm a crying pansy.

I had something else today, but I just received a text message that changed my life. Again.