take note.

sometimes when you think, "I just need to be alone" - not all the time, but sometimes, you're wrong. what you actually need is to hang out with people around whom you can relax, in sweatpants, and laugh at stupid shit until you feel better.

tonight we're gonna give it 35%

"My heart is anywhere but here,
and how tired I was from the past couple of weeks,
From the past couple of years.
Well, it hit me all at once,
On a balcony overlooking nothing,
With snow falling all around."
- AM!

I just don't know what to do. or where to even start. I don't know how to fit. and I find it so much easier to just be alone. takes so much less effort - just a simple moment of giving in. or giving up, I guess I should say.

s'laters, Pennsylvania, you had better be beautiful and springy the next time I see you.

so, I went home, and I came back to Boston, which I keep almost accidentally referring to as home. good to be there, good to be here.

this semester on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights I am working at the newspaper office in the city section, having a group guitar class, and working at the newspaper office in the sports section, respectively. add in the fact that I have only one class on Wednesdays, giving me all kinds of time to skate at the rink on the other end of campus...fuck yeah, college.

someday soon, I will figure out what kind of writing I actually want to go into; I will either give in to the fact that sports basically own my life and the fact that the universe really wants me to be a sportswriter, or catch up musically with the rest of the world and go back to being a rock critic like I always wanted. or maybe I'll eschew them both with a firm hand and be a novelist. (as if I could ever write something with enough of a plot to fill a novel.)

you know, I'm pretty happy. there are of course things I want (Red Sox tickets! a way to instantly lose ten pounds! an actual hockey team to play on!) but I'm pretty happy with what I have.