Quick Break

I've been writing my senior paper all afternoon. Surrounded by stacks and stacks of books on constitutional history, swimming in the collected papers of James Madison and Alexander Hamilton, eyeballs seemingly mesmerized by the black and white of Microsoft Word, I disappear into a world filled with antifederalists... dancing in top hats and coattails to "I Got Rhythm?"

Don't you hate it when you mix up your essay with your iPod playlist?

It's been one of those extraordinary days of productivity, so much so that when I returned here to my room to let my laptop recharge, I've fallen into a sea of unproductivity. It's like it has to equalize somehow. So I'm here, listening to Pink Floyd, wishing I wasn't out of milk, looking over my music history notes, and wondering whether I should push ahead with the senior paper or go see a play. Decisions, decisions. Or go practice. I should do that at some point.




Last night I made a consciously made a series of what can only be described as questionable life choices. Meaning, I sat around with my good friend, drank cheap beer, then went and played trombone drunk. If I recall there was also a 40 of malt liquor involved, and a garage. My best moment? No, probably not. But it was fun. I needed to loosen up a bit, I've just been so hammered with schoolwork this semester. And I woke up this morning and felt wonderful. No joke. Phil Hoesing was right, it's a good idea to eat nasty gas station food at 1 A.M. It was a good diversion for one night. We picked up Emily, and that was fun. She was probably a little frightened as she walked in on us trying to improvise on Cottontail or something, but whatever. It's all good.

Why would I share something so frivolous? Good question. I don't know.

I sometimes ponder why my life takes me where I go. Meaning, I was looking about Facebook today, and saw some photos of some of my old church friends from home. And it just got me thinking. What is that has taken me on a different path from them? Why am I the way I am while they're the way they are? It's sort of a stupid question, but whatever. I guess I feel like I've become a completely different individual in my college experience, while many have stayed the same. And that's not a bad thing. It's just, why did that happen? No idea. England surely has a part in it, surely my friends do too, surely do a lot of things I guess. I feel so detached from those back home. And I guess since England, I sort of do that on purpose, detach myself. I like the feeling that when people see me it's sort of exciting, since they haven't heard from or seen me in like 4 months. Maybe I like being the center of attention, but I don't think so. I think I've just become different.

California burger night in the caf tonight. Which is alright. The California burger used to be very good pre-Nottingham. Now it seems subpar. I would kill a homeless person for a Gregg's ham and cheese bake right now. But I don't think I will. I think I'll read about Mozart instead, and then go do something else. Hope everyone is doing well. T-minus 9 days until the big paper is done with and Thanksgiving break appears. Can't come soon enough.