wanna be new-york hipster

lately i've been thinking alot about how much i want to move to new york and become super cool. you know, go to lots of live bands, drink import beer and wear vintage. right now, i'm listening to a live recording of andrew wk, drinking enough coffee to kill a small albanian child, and wearing sweatpants. fuck i'm glamourus.

i'm totally obsessing over placebo lately. the dude's voice is awesome. i'm totally amassing this huge list of cd's that i want to buy. a) my chemical romance b) the arcade fire c) paul oakenfold d) every other freaking cd ever made.

i'm totally wired on caffeine. my brain is thinking about ten majillion things and none of them are particularily important or even really complete thoughts. i took this online test to see which famous world leader i am. turns out i'm hitler. i'm sure a few of my friends think this, so alas it may be true. however, i took the test again and i'm also mother theresa. i must be bipolar, or that test is really messed. talk about polar opposites.

so does anyone really read this blog? i've had comments up for awhile, and no one comments. c'mon people. validate me. show me the love. leave a comment, and tell me how self-important i am, because that's all anyone really wants to hear.