due time for some more ramblings. nothing special.

A
sort of writer’s block, lately, except its more of an emotional block
than anything else.  Any sort of passion or compassion has
been….on hold, or something.  Busying myself with other means, I
suppose.  Funny how people get tired of being in those funk moods
all the time, but miss it when they’re not.  Or at least I
do.  I think its good for me. 

I
ran into randy today, while I was detouring from responsibility. 
Ended up sitting outside for an hour listening to him play his freshly
written album.  Songs about Carmen.  8 songs…about
Carmen…from the perspective of five guys.  Interesting take. 
interesting guy.

It was nice to sit outside.  Fall evenings always make me think of those way back
when kind of days…when I used to race my bike home hoping to make it
back before dark.  i miss that smell.  Autumn air is good.

It
hit me, again, tonight.  How awkward I am.  I think, I just
realized that I’ve spent a good bit of my college career trying to
convince others how awkward I am. maybe myself too. consciously and not. 

 that is all.