guilty pleasure #25: i secretly love it when lyrics describe my current state of being

And all I do is talk, talk, talk all day
I'm laughing my life away
I'm staring at the sun again
Till everything's fading

It's like a swollen summer
What if I'm getting dumber?
What if I'm in denial?
What if they come and cop my style?

Downtown in the clear
All I know is nothing ever changes here
And I know there's no excuse and no defense
But my summertime never ends.

-- The Bravery, "Swollen Summer"

Since I really have nothing of meaning to say (because, let's face it, I've done absolutely nothing productive since I've come home for the summer and I intend to keep it that way until I leave for Viet Nam), I'll just put up pictures.

Here's the background for my desktop at the moment:


Which replaced this one:

The colors for some reason are messed up for my Andy Warhol one, but you get the general idea.

I'm always slightly curious about what people have as their desktop backgrounds, I guess because it says a lot about the owner's personality in the same way dorm room decorations tell a lot about a person. (Side note: It's weird to think that my best friends in college, when they leave campus for vacation, go home to places, houses, rooms that I've -- for the most part -- never seen. It's like seeing only the end result without knowing what shaped it. I love it when you learn about how somebody grew up or meet their family and it instantly clicks as to why they are who they are. But I guess, in general, I'm a pretty visual learner, so as much as I like hearing stories, it never really becomes fully "real" to me until I've seen pictures.)

Speaking of pictures, this will be me when I'm living in Prague: