'still waiting for that ride'

i just caught myself watching the flash of the cd-drive as my mind tried to sync the beat of my music (darren emerson - global underground 15) up to the blinking light. this is the kind of thing ive been catching myself doing a lot these days.

lunch isnt agreeing with me. 2 hours and then ill be home though. i walk down main street 3 times a week between class and work. and those old buildings from the 20s and 30s that have been rennovated, painted into bright pastels have a lot of neon lights in their windows. and when i walk by one with my walkman on (as i always do), i get a buzz from the headphones. it doesnt like neon. its weird. it also worries me a little. seems unhealthy.

i had a really good conversation with my father tonight about politics. its weird. he and i see very differently. hes voting for my arch-enemy, which breaks my heart. but it was good - hes very intelligent on the subject. though i laughed and laughed at the silence when i told him i was a socialist. at least more than anything else.

his response?

'actually, i think youre more presbyterian than anything.'

it struck me in a weird, nice way.

mike turned down a door-to-door salesman job. this is good. though i im imagine hes starting to get nervous - its been months since he graduated. but this wasnt the job for him.

i wish i wasnt so tired.

i can not thank aubrey and racheal enough. they have kicked my ass into gear with writing. ok. enough mad props for now. i must…hhmmm…do something else.