Let's Go. Don't Wait.

Best artists alive. Don't even try to fight me on that one. Their latest debut as a back-together band had me more ecstatic than my reaction when I see non-Forever 21 apparel being worn in West Lafayette. Why did such an unfortunate event have to take place to get these guys to realize the rein of Blink 182 isn't over? Regardless, the reformation of this band and their Chicago concert last year practically made 2009 worth living. "This summer was the test, and we got out there, and it was the best time I've had playing with those two dudes in my life," Travis said. "It felt even better than old times, so I can't wait to do an album together again." Um, neither can I.

As I casually made my way to the kitchen, I stopped to stare at the Blink poster on the wall. Travis is the only one draped in shades, which I'm not too upset about. The thing is, at nearly 22 years of age, I'm still obsessed with this pop punk sensation that has been around for almost 12 years. Always a winning selection when I listen to their songs at any given moment of the day. But it's always a losing selection when I'm at a party. Everyone is well-aware that I know every, single lyric. Smells like success.

Mark. Tom. Travis. You all have a piece of my heart.
A bigger chunk to Travis, solely for his outlandish tattoos.

Fate fell short this time
Your smile fades in the summer
Place your hand in mine
I’ll leave when I wanna