Greenville wasn’t what I was hoping. It was nice to be in a place with varying elevation (the picture above was at a beautiful park with a lot of rocks and cliffs and falls, even though it was in the middle of the downtown area and surrounded by hotels and parking garages), but I had a lot of disappointments. The vegetarian restaurant I wanted to go to didn’t exist. The vintage stores I wanted to go to didn’t exist and I got my ear talked off by some girl that’s starting a DIY art collective, which is cool but she ignored everything I was saying as she went on and on about how she’s giving up on the city. The record store I went to was really overpriced - fuck spending $20 on the new Les Savy Fav LP.

The downtown was cute and historical, but it felt really different from Charleston. It was a way more metropolitan city, as there were actual modern “skyscrapers.” It felt younger and more middle class than here, where everyone here lives in $1 million houses that have been passed down for generations. But I drove through a residential street and the houses were brick and beautiful and the streets were rolling. I have to live in a hilly or mountainy place when I get out of Gainesville.

Speaking of getting out of Gainesville, I applied on a whim to a job at the Willamette Week in Portland. My dream employer. They’re hiring now for a music editor, so I sent an inquiry e-mail and the hiring editor told me I should send in my stuff because they might be hiring an assistant music editor later in the summer, which I would be better for. I’m not going to think about it, but if I were to be so lucky, I wonder if I would quit school if an opportunity came up. I’ve grown out of Gainesville, but not out of my friends. The degrees will always be just two semesters away.

My grown-in wisdom tooth is causing me problems.

I love that Target is using Dolly Parton in their commercials.