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2006-04-30T10:05:00.000-05:00

We'll see how this goes. How substantial and how frequent. An experiment.

So, good morning.

John Mayer Trio's "Something's Missing" has been on repeat for about a half hour now. I can't help but wonder how much the words mean to me. While the driving music and sweeping understones reflect my current mood (which summarized into one word is WOOSH!), I almost want to relate to Mayer's depressing and incredibly human lyrics. But you know what? I can't. I have a truly kickass environment around me at the moment. Last night I had, what? Fifteen beers? But they were with some people that I felt I really needed to connect with. It was great. Went to Sarah's then and chilled. Heh, now it's 10am on a Saturday and I'm starting a blog. Christ. Religion's funny, so is drinking. Especially mine. Sounds like a later post.

Ah, Sarah... I can't get enough of her. Sometimes I upset her, and vice versa, and I can't help but think that it's bound to happen. I'm not a fool, no relationship can go without bad times and squabbles and shit. Is expecting that to happen a bad thing? Not that I welcome or catalyze it. But they're going to happen, no doubt. I hate them too, I always feel like shit when we fight over something dumb. That said, we have a great relationship, hehe. She really understands me, I believe, or at least is the closest at doing so. I know there are some things that are not understandable because, shit, I don't understand them. Such as time alone. I really need it at times. It's sort of weird, spending every night with Sarah. Not unwelcome, but... different. Definitely not used to it. I sometimes get the feeling that when I do want time alone, or at least with other people, she feels a little sad. Therefore, I feel weird bringing it up. But, these things happen, and I'll just have to work it out.

Christ, maybe I should talk to a therapist. I hear they're not as bad as their stigma suggests.

My life is about to change radically. Saint Paul this summer. 300,000 people and I don't know a single one. I'll be pretty solitary in these three months, and I plan on working a LOT. Somewhere. Who knows where? Finding a summer subleaser looks pretty unlikely right now. All my signs got ripped down except one, so yeah. It'll be a hard but fun summer. Let's hope it turns out like I hope it will: profitable. I'm living in some 4th-story apartment right next to Macalester Univ, which is in the same neighborhood as Saint Thomas Univ. 10 minute drive to the internship (crap I need new clothes for that). And my birthday falls on a Saturday. Let's hope Sarah stays in Eau Claire for the summer so I see her relatively often.

That's about all I'm thinking for now.

Holy crap, he has a blog!

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