Hello My Name is and I Have a Problem

At 9:50AM I leave, an hour and a half after I get up and thirty minutes before I walk into class, late.

Class ends at 3PM, but I have an hour in between. Gym, then the track in that time (dumb).

3:20PM I get to the office, (ran into a friend on the way and spent 20 minutes in real conversation). Production starts, it's suddenly 7PM and I cover the rally at 8. back to the office at 10:30PM, get everything in by around midnight and get home by 12:40AM. I've eaten two slices of toast, three bagels, an orange, a banana, and some hersheys kisses.


Some people feel good when they give. I get my euphoria when I create. Nate and I did a great job on the rally. Leaving the office, I think coverage is the best I've seen in my three years here. That's an accomplishment. We took something we enjoy and did it to the fullest, as good as we could imagine it. It doesn't make me less tired or hungry, just less cranky.

Then on the way home, I don't see a soul. There's no one walking around campus at 12:15AM on a Thursday night except.. me.

My photos will look great in the morning, but tonight I could have been home watching Weird Al music videos with my roommates. I need to catch up with old friends from the fellowship I stopped going to, but taking time is taking photos and I only have one. Tonight I'm alone. Walking home, I start to see people again. There's a group in front of the ZBT house, and a girl asks if anyone has a camera. That's rich.

I wanted that sense of accomplishment again, walking home. Bigger, longer lasting, enough so I can justify alienating myself from friends while I document the lives of strangers. It's a vicious cycle. That's cliched, but it's too late and I'm tired.







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I got home and watched Weird Al music videos ("Eat It") with my roommates. We decided we'd all learn to dance like him (but not like Michael). Gabe made a meatball soup with fats and proteins and things besides starch, still warm when I got to it. They're both asleep now, but I waited until they went to sleep before I started writing. Thinking back now, that soup needs more salt. Still, it took the wind out of my complaints.

Space Invaders

My weekend flipped my life upside down and made a lot of things uncertain, but I won't share it.

Honestly, a lot of important stuff I don't blog, because you probably don't know me well enough and explaining all the background information can take too long. But today I still got up, showered, brushed my teeth, talked to the people I normally talk to and did the things I do (except showering, which I don't normally). Which brings me to my point: I'll do everything I normally do, but just go about it differently. And I think that'll work.

And I hate that "ask me about it in person and I'll tell you" bullshit, because if that's going to end your blog than you just made people read through however much you wrote, without learning much about you. For that I'm sorry, but look at the pretty picture!

-Not

Take Off Your Cool

I'm just a little boy, sitting in my apartment that finally feels like home, 5am and listening to my favorite Outkast song.

Two and a half down, four and a half until I'm outtaaaaaa here~

Note to Self: Don't Flash Self in Face

Today I worked with Bruin Harmony to take pictures for their website, which reminded me of when I did it last year, which reminded me of this:

..Which reminded me that some mistakes can hurt you, but a lot of mistakes are really cool. Happy Face.

Tell Me When We Don't Give a

I've gotta remember in about five years to call up all my college friends.

More than the things they're doing now, jobs they hold, kids and that, I want to ask them about the conversations we had five years ago. "I'd like to know what you were thinking when I told you about this or that," I'd say, and they'd tell me the face they were thinking of, or which girl's name, or just that I was full of shit. "I've always wanted to ask, but I couldn't at the time. Tension, didn't want to ruin a moment, whatever it was, but I figure it's a good time to bring it up now that it's not important."

People are welcome to ask me these questions too, and I have a pretty good memory for this stuff. I you don't, I'd recommend writing it down, because when I call you and you can't recall, then there's a great moment you'd have ruined.

(I don't think there's a better way to stop, so I will) Goodnight!