My gosh. I haven't blogged in a while! My bad.

Nothing incredibly exciting is going on in my life, and I am so content to keep it that way. I am spending my days setting goals and working towards them, accomplishing all that I can for the present and future alike. I sleep like a bear now, but my dreams are filled with the oddest of scripts. Last night, I remember falling in love with Tony Soprano at a textile factory, and helping out the "just made" man he left in charge. What in the hell is that about? I know I once said of Mr. Soprano, "He could throw me around and feed me pasta anytime! ", but I didn't expect a kooky dream of that sort.

I am possibly going to change my major, and if I decide that I will be moving my blog in the next week or so. I can actually get paid for these semi-random thoughts, and why not?

Wednesday, the 21st, my brother's new band (Garden9: smokin hot) will be playing for the first time at a local haunt. I am very excited. Their guitar player is fabulous, but I happen to be overjoyed with the drummer. He is not only tight, but he has an innate sense of dynamics that bring the perfect amount of dramatic flair to each song. The boy's chops are perfectly in line now, and it's simply downright impressive. I have spent quite a few nights with Ron and A, who is the manager of Garden 9, going over the photos I took, along with the website and promo-pack. Ron has even plotted a surprise for the audience. It's going to be a fabulous night. In fact, we have a meeting tonight with a possible director for the video. Woohoo.