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Whatchu gon do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?

Well, I had to clean it out.

I'm talking about the trunk of my car. I cleaned it out this summer, and in doing so managed to erase a great part of my personal history. Listen. Most of that junk had been accumulating in there since graduation; so naturally there were a lot of happy moments stuffed in there. Each object gave off the gas of memory (wow, bad writing), from happy cards I got at graduation (and especially one in particular) to stars from the prom with the glitter-drawn names almost fully faded to pages and pages of sheet music from duets and songs I had played at piano concerts. This is not the whole list; tennis rackets, which even for a month or two weren't all mine, textbooks that I had failed to sell back to the Prep or to Tufts, and a bunch of beautiful clutter that made it difficult to get the replacement tire out of the car, remember that? Yes, with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk, I was ridin' dirty and rollin' for quite some time, but the time came to clean it out.

And so ended an era.

Keane and summer writing projects

Wow. I love summer. I LOVE summer.

Choice listening:

· india.arie - Summer (feat. Rascal Flatts on guitar) [I know it annoys Greg if her name has the period in it, but I prefer it with the period and with the lowercase so PBTHHH)
· The Offspring - Hit That
· T-Pain featuring YUNG JOC - Buy U a Drank (Shawty Snappin') [HIP-HOP HIT OF THE SPRING BABY YEAHHHHHH]
· モーニング娘。- 愛の種
· The Killers - Uncle Jonny
· Barenaked Ladies - It's All Been Done
· Passion Fruit - Sun Fun Baby (Looky Looky)
· Annie - Chewing Gum [They played this randomly in between acts at the Keane concert and I couldn't believe it. This song is pretty hilarious.]
· Lil' Mama - Lip Gloss
· Lil' Bow Wow featuring Fabolous, Fundisha, and Jermaine Dupri - Basketball [Even though it's the worst summer sport.]

I love summer humidity. My left leg wasn't humidity-caused-sticky today but my right leg was humidity-caused-sticky and that was cool! Plus, I love summer temperatures. You can just give your body right up to the climate. How great is that?

Forgive me for being really elated now. I wrote a brief freewrite in my summer journal about the greatness of the Keane concert I just went to... holy shit, holy shit.

They're playin' bas-ket-ball...
We love that bas-ket-ball.

I plan to put that song on my DDR/Stepmania/whatever setup here at home.

Oh yeah, summer writing projects. I'm doing a summer journal this year too, but I started a short story in it. It's about a guy who keeps both the ticket stub and, uh, the other ticket stub after he goes to events. What do you call the thing that you don't get to keep?