Monday, January 15, 2001

Creature of the Night

I have not seen the sun since Friday afternoon. It is now Monday morning. I have been sleeping all day and staying up all night. So much for working back at school and getting my circadian rhythms back in order. The only human beings I have seen in the last three days were (1) the guy that delivered my pizza roll tonight, and (2) the girls at the checkout counters of P & C and the movie rental place. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Life would be considerably less pleasant at home. Still… I am considering a visit home just for the sake of talking with another person. Maybe I’ll be lucky and Nikki won’t have to work tomorrow. People will slowly begin to come back this week, beginning, I think on Tuesday or Wednesday with the RA’s and CA’s. Meaning, of course, that everyone’s favorite ex-fiancee will probably be nosing around here. I wait with breathless anticipation. (gag) Don’t get me wrong, this little vacation was certainly good for my soul. Time alone is time alone. I’ve had lots of time to accomplish things. Working on my novel, downloading tons of new music, reading. I’ve even kept a daily journal, though it’s in a little spiral notebook and probably will never see print. Life is slow here, but slow is often cleansing.

Thursday, January 04, 2001

Falling is like this

You give me that look that's like laughing
With liquid in your mouth
Like you're choosing between choking
And spitting it all out
Like you're trying to fight gravity
On a planet that insists
That love is like falling, and falling is like this.
Feels like reckless driving when we're talking
It's fun while it lasts, and it's faster than walking
But no one's going to sympathize when we crash
They'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
And we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
One minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky.
I'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe
I'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
We can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
That love is like falling, and falling is like this.

I somehow found work back at school. What an incredible stroke of luck. Despite the fact that I have to pack all of my shit back up and drive back up there, I will be free of both the obligations of class, AND I won’t have to live at home for the next two and a half weeks. I was downloading MP3’s like a mad bastard this afternoon with my father’s roadrunner connection and I happened across this little gem. It’s funny, really, considering how bad she was in concert, her music and the files and stuff that I found of hers online are absolutely beautiful. Maybe I just caught her at a bad time. Who knows.