Music, wine, and Chik-fil-A

A few small notes, as I don't have much to say but really felt the urge to write a few sentences.
* Taking my cue from the roommie who can no longer listen to "Blood on the Tracks," I can no longer listen to The Doors or Led Zeppelin. I associate The Doors too much with high school. I guess back then I thought he was some sort of cool rebel poet or something - The Lizard King. However, taking drugs indiscriminately does not a poet make. I just don't think it's aged well.
As for Led Zeppelin, I can't seem to escape them on any rock radio station. While I like it when the roommie's band plays Kashmir and they totally nail it, I feel that there's Led Zeppelin overkill. There's a joke in Wayne's World when Wayne goes to the guitar store and starts playing Stairway to Heaven. The salesman points to a sign that reads "Absolutely no Stairway." Yeah. I thought it was funny then, but I think I finally get it now. Stop with the Stairway.
*I drove aimlessly around town searching for a place to eat. An urge for Chik-fil-A hit me, so I went to the one in the mall. It was almost completely disappointing.
*My first roommate in Jersey lives in Salzburg (I went to his wedding last year) and now sells Austrian wine to new export markets, and he gets to travel to all sorts of cool places. He'll be making the rounds again in the US, with the requisite stops in NYC. So, this week at some point, we'll meet up in the city and revisit old haunts. He'll also head down to Jersey for a bit too, so we'll kick around Princeton all old-school like. I sense some wicked morning-after headaches in my near future. HA! The dude sells wine, what do you expect.
*I haven't written here in almost a week. It's not that I don't have anything to say, mind you, but I find myself censoring what I want to say. That's no fun, but I suppose I have to leave some things for myself.
*In 1996, I graduated with a degree in English from UF. However, I had no idea what I'd do with it. So, I visualized where I wanted to be and figured out what I needed to do to get there. It all boiled to thinking you are now who you will be after you reach your goal, and then working toward that goal with the understanding that everything is just part of the path. It kinda takes the pressure off because it assumes success and, therein, faith in yourself. I breezed through my second degree while working two jobs, and once I graduated, I had a job a month later in the field I set out for two years previous. (Granted, the economy went kaboom a year and half later, but there's something to be said for visualizing where you want to be.)
I think I lost that faith, but I'm getting it back slowly but surely. It's causing me to look closely and reassess my goals. Won't say that much more, but I'm excited about the future, and I'm getting ready to get to work to get there.
For "a few small notes," this has turned out longer that I'd thought.