Last night of summer
Home for six days. California for five weeks. Home for three nights. California for five more weeks. Home for two nights. Mexico for ten days. Home for four hours. Florida for three days. Home for four nights. Back to Philly on Friday. I've been on ten planes in two months. And now the summer is gone. It's strange how little effort it takes to pack up and move to another place. The night before returning to college used to be such chaos and stress. Now it seems like every piece of clothing knows exactly where to go inside my suitcase. Am I numb or just older? I have another year of this transience. Maybe many more years of it. I'm not sure what to do without it. It's strangely satisfying.
Trying to quit smoking. Tomorrow will be a week cold turkey. So that's a start. Alcohol is going to ruin it. But maybe I can get it down to just a drunken habit. That'd be a definite improvement.
Wrote my music industry paper to get credit for my internship. It came out pretty good. I hope someone reads it and finds it insightful. Going to see Coheed and Cambria tomorrow in Wallingford. I get to be on the list and be all VIP, so that's sweet. Might even get to stay on and work part time. That'd be even sweeter. Money sucks when you don't have any.
Are you alone in this?
Do you still obsess about the distance?
Have you found a home out there?
Do you still run? Are you still scared?
'Cause I am
She spoke to me like Hemmingway - direct but not cliched
As we drove much too fast for our suburban streets in August rain
Trying to quit smoking. Tomorrow will be a week cold turkey. So that's a start. Alcohol is going to ruin it. But maybe I can get it down to just a drunken habit. That'd be a definite improvement.
Wrote my music industry paper to get credit for my internship. It came out pretty good. I hope someone reads it and finds it insightful. Going to see Coheed and Cambria tomorrow in Wallingford. I get to be on the list and be all VIP, so that's sweet. Might even get to stay on and work part time. That'd be even sweeter. Money sucks when you don't have any.
Are you alone in this?
Do you still obsess about the distance?
Have you found a home out there?
Do you still run? Are you still scared?
'Cause I am
She spoke to me like Hemmingway - direct but not cliched
As we drove much too fast for our suburban streets in August rain