I have moved. Actually moved. It still has not hit me though. Like I feel like I'm on vacation y'know? But nope, not vacation, actually living here now. I'm not quite sure what to write about so I think I'll just make it a stream of consciousness type of deal. I'll tell of my trip.

Ended up leaving Monday night around seven. I was planning on going to see Manchester Orchestra with Ryan and Nick when I got up there, but I was too late. They played a joke on Stephen and told him that they were playing with Anathallo and Page France.. Stephen called me to ask if I was up there yet to give him a ride and go see them. Anathallo and Page France with Manchester Orchestra.. good night. When I heard that I pretty much wanted to drive my fully loaded car off a bridge. Very bummed out... I was later told about the joke and felt soooo much better about it.

Anyway, got to Orlando around 10ish. Hung out with those kids... saw everyone I wanted to see, slept in the same bed as Ryan again.. good times. Woke up early, ate breakfast with Lauren, Ryan and Nick and headed for Lakeland. Arrived around 11. Met up with Sean, got a little tour of Southeastern, went to Joe's room, woke him up, chilled, went to Chilli's, Best Buy, Southeatern. Left.

I became lost on my way out of Lakeland.. but once I re-traced my steps I found where I was. Talked with Noelle as I was trying to find a gas station, got gas and headed for P-cola.

The drive was alright.. had my computer to plug in for music, for a little bit at least. It ran out of battery about two hours before I got to Pensacola. I would have plugged my phone in to listen to but it was also running out of battery. I stopped at a gas station to fill up, plug my phone in for a tad, and dinner break (left over Chili's). It was shaddy business though. I was talking to Kate during it.. also mentioned to her it was shaddy. It was just in the middle of nowhere. The lady behind the counter looked tired. Like life had lost all it's meaning a long time ago and now she was just dragging her feet through it. It made me feel depressed kinda. Like there are so many places like that.. in the middle of nowhere, where it just seems like there's no hope. Everything seems sort of dead. It's sort of overwhelming. Like I'm supposed to help some how, but there's so much. I got the same feeling when I went to Boomers with my brothers the other day. Very drained. I don't know.. I feel like I'm kind of dragging this on. Maybe I'll come back to this another time and come to some sort of conclusion. You guys can tell me if you would like me to or not.

So after two hours of streaming radio stations and sitting in silence I get to Pensacola. I met up with Paul and some other guys at the studio first. He was mixing the band The Gills.. it's coming out really good. I like those guys.

And so yeah, I've just been hanging out since. Talked to some Starbucks', went to my first class, and just been hanging out with some people. I miss some people down south a lot, but I feel like this is the right move right now for me. I'm really excited about laying down some music and just doing a lot of chilling and thinking. This is a good place to think... It's right on the coast and things are a lot more layed back. It reminds me of Maine sort of.. right on the water with a bunch of sail boats out there. It's cool.

I think this'll do for now. I'm sorry if it was kind of boring... I feel like it was kind of a boring post..