It might be a pattern, but Death Cab & The Format are becoming my soundtrack for the beginning of the summer. Except I'm going from Plans to Transatlanticism. I guess my mood warrants it.

I'm beginning to wonder why I've become so fond of change in the past year. Even so, I think now I'm changing my major. What lies will I tell people, what truth will I tell? Will I finally be done with this "hazy" explanation?

Charlotte's starting to snore so I guess I'll put her to bed now.