Life Like Weeds

  I'm working on buying a new stereo for my car so I can have an auxiliary plug that will easily allow me to listen to my Zune. (Yes, I have a Zune because to me, Apple products are overrated, expensive, and break in just a few years.) So I've been stuck with a cd player or the radio, but I don't own cd's anymore. So that leaves me with a radio. Which isn't the most wonderful at times.
   I really only listen to my music on my laptop nowadays. It's like I've rediscovered Modest Mouse's The Moon and Antarctica because I've been listening to it a lot. It reminds me of Alaska (and Antarctica, obviously). I always wanted to go to Antarctica. I'm also currently longing to revisit Alaska. Maybe this longing for cold-weather places is because I was watching The Thing last week?

All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin' left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything

And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled