I forget.

Oh man...I was sitting in my car in traffic yesterday and I kinda freaked out. I know how old I am. I'm 24. But I was sitting there and I thought to myself "I'm almost 25 years old. Oh my God." I just...I mean...I just don't know how I feel about that.

Also, I'm sitting here listening to my favorite band ever, Bright Eyes. Yeah yeah yeah...make fun all you want. I've loved them for years upon years. I've seen them perform live too many times to count. So I was just sitting here listening and thinking about how good they are. Then I remembered...I've met Conner. I went to a party after a show I saw in Athens a long time ago and he and the whole band were there. My friend Danielle and I were in the hallway of this house waiting on the bathroom and there he was. So we chatted, we shook hands. My heart beats a little bit faster just thinking about it right now. Oh God. How do I not remember something like that every day of my life? My favorite musician of ALL TIME and I don't dwell on meeting him? It makes no sense to me.