[ another dippy vanity shot, only this time with rage ]

Mirror shot from before the Senior Dance (I really need to clean it off). I mean, I had a much better time than this would indicate. I'm just saying that when your ex-girlfriend blocks you on AIM when you're trying to tell her that her idea of a break is your idea of a personal hell, you don't smile. When you directly ask her to stop what she's doing "for us," because you know it's not going to work, and she de-friends you over TheFacebook, and you suddenly realize that it's not about "us," but rather more-or-less exclusively her, you do not smile. You make very good use of the open bar, and you dance your ass off.

I don't doubt that I'm being unfair, but nobody's speaking on her end; my only consolation is my slowly-deadening affections and mounting outrage. It's not like I didn't tell her this was going to happen (shortly before she blocked me, no less).

Music: Explosions In The Sky - Friday Night Lights Soundtrack. When post-rock goes cinematic, it sounds like this. Or like that weak Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do EP Sigur released a while back. I haven't actually seen the movie, though I (like most of the Snob Community) finds it quite odd that our Champions of Delay Pedal post-rockers from Austin would soundtrack a movie about football. Imagine if Yo La Tengo had soundtracked Varsity Blues.

(Well, the above in addition to whatever sickeningly-upbeat ragga-inspired shite is blasting from Nick's alarm clock/radio. Wake up, dude.)