Plans

Death Cab for Cutie's Plans will forever be an album that unlocks sentiments for me. As I've stated before, my sophomore year spent on southside was one of the most memorable years I've had during my college career. There was something about drinking Franzia just because a Belle & Sebastian song lyric stated "another box of cheaper wine." Cheap vodka that my sister bought for me mixed with bootleg energy drinks. A small, accommodating den, with the couches from my parents' house, and decorated with the old lamps and coffee table from my sister's house. My next door duplex neighbors who my girlfriend told me you could hear talking in the morning. I'd drink coffee in the kitchen, just because there was one. Sometimes I'd skip class all day and just watch three movies in a row. Upstairs was my modest room, with a small television we'd fall asleep watching The Office to. I remember the time we put on Star Wars, after coming home from the party, and never finishing it. I remember when you got dressed and told me you were meeting your dad and sister for dinner. I asked if I needed to come along, and you said that I didn't. I remember making music in the living room, cutting my hair in the bathroom underneath the staircase, and being so content, watching movies by myself and drinking just enough to miss something.