waiting for things to charge
I should be packing up that stupid bag and heading back down to Hailey to have lunch. I should be calling Kathleen and Jesse about tomorrow and I should be doing several other things. I guess now that I've guilted myself, I will go do those things.
I should be doing a lot of things, but instead I'm sitting here listening to particularly good music while my ipod and cell phone charge. If Sam hadn't stuck my cell phone charger in the trash bag in the car, I might have found it last night so that I didn't have to wait around for it to charge today. But such is life.
I am in kind of a bittersweet mood, as I got to see the people that I love the most, but I also felt that I wasn't really satisfied. The closest I got to sitting down and actually talking to anyone was this morning, when I got coffee with Arlo and talked for an hour. That was the most relaxed I've felt since being here. I'm glad that it was this morning that that happened though, it remedied that feeling of emptiness that I got smoking and drinking and driving around last night. No matter how many people I'm with when I get stoned, more and more often I just feel like I'm at cross-purposes. Smoking pot just doesn't make me myself. If anything, it makes me more ridiculous and silly and annoying than I already am in the company of others. I wish that I was more serious when I'm in good company, but I think I'm just too damn nervous. It doesn't help that I've been gone for three months and I feel a little out of place.
I am glad to go back to school for just a few weeks and bury myself in some work. It will be good for my head.
"I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them, I'll never move?
That's when we grab a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic cannot find
In business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show"
~of course it's not mine, but it by far my favorite song.
Have a good day, all.
I should be doing a lot of things, but instead I'm sitting here listening to particularly good music while my ipod and cell phone charge. If Sam hadn't stuck my cell phone charger in the trash bag in the car, I might have found it last night so that I didn't have to wait around for it to charge today. But such is life.
I am in kind of a bittersweet mood, as I got to see the people that I love the most, but I also felt that I wasn't really satisfied. The closest I got to sitting down and actually talking to anyone was this morning, when I got coffee with Arlo and talked for an hour. That was the most relaxed I've felt since being here. I'm glad that it was this morning that that happened though, it remedied that feeling of emptiness that I got smoking and drinking and driving around last night. No matter how many people I'm with when I get stoned, more and more often I just feel like I'm at cross-purposes. Smoking pot just doesn't make me myself. If anything, it makes me more ridiculous and silly and annoying than I already am in the company of others. I wish that I was more serious when I'm in good company, but I think I'm just too damn nervous. It doesn't help that I've been gone for three months and I feel a little out of place.
I am glad to go back to school for just a few weeks and bury myself in some work. It will be good for my head.
"I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this shape.
It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone’s lap
Watch 'em run, although it's the minimum, heroic
We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them, I'll never move?
That's when we grab a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your content
With what the majestic cannot find
In business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom taste drinking wine from your heels
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show"
~of course it's not mine, but it by far my favorite song.
Have a good day, all.