I've missed my blog. I miss knowing that nobody will read this anytime soon. And if they do, the only way I'd know is if they told me. I like it when they do that, tell me things, it's a good time.

I'm listening to The Hudsons, they're coming to Tech in January, I'm going to get to play with them.

We focus too much. We can't change a mind.

I was listening to all of my Ben Folds last week, "Mr. Jones pt. 2" came on. I cried, and I missed my friend. I've thought about him and life and everything alot this weekend, at parties where the most important person isn't there, where you and I are exactly half as happy as we could be, both waiting for someone else to show up. So I brought a box to school with me. It's to remind me that life has been good. There's pictures, mostly, and notes. I've seen alot, and I have known some of the greatest people in the tri-state area, life has treated me well, and I will indeed be damned if a summer in hell could somehow erase all of this. I'm glad I have proof, and I'm glad I listened to Plankeye last week, and I'm glad my grandmother sent me brownies. And I'm thankful for posters of good news, and cognac, and bologna. In three weeks, we will be out of the woods, but until then, this is me trying to turn the boat around. Don't let me kill you, it's all I know how to do, and the last think I want to.

posted by paul @ 1:09 AM