"How can I be angry when there is so, much, beauty in the world?" -American Beauty
It's true, I wish I could make all of you see it.
I went for a walk earlier this week, I'd hit the proverbial wall and I needed a break before I lost who I was.
So I pulled on my jacket, and went for a walk. I grabbed my discman and put my Coltraine CD in. I started walking. I ended up walking down the trail to the Rodman center, (theatre). I walked around the back of the building, where there are no cars, and no lights (I couldn't see where I was going.)
I found a place on the grass, which was wet, and I lay down and stared up at the sky. All I could see were stars, all I could hear was the jazz, and all I could feel was the slightly cool wind. I hardly blinked for half an hour. I didn't leave until the CD was almost over.
How can I be angry at a world where I can do that?
At a world that boasts a sky that defies my ability to comprehend, and music that makes me want to dance as I walk down a path?
How can anyone hate such a world?

Come now, you all knew it was coming eventually. Maybe you didn't want to admit it to yourselves, but here it is, the first, but probably not the last, drunken blog.
Yes, I'm drunk, as I described it to Dan (my roomie) I'm drunk enough to piss in a field, but sober enough to find a tree. Which I did earlier, due to extreme circumstances of necessity and being about half a mile from my dorm. It was a nice tree.
I had fun tonight, I talked to Brooke when I got back, we had an interesting conversation. I'm currently having another fascinating conversation with Glenn.
Lots of fun, I have this habit of getting up on top of bars when I'm drunk and dancing to whatever music is present, at least if there's a lounge party.
I saw two live fish consumed tonight, don't think I'll ever be that drunk, thank god.
I finally managed to convince Dan of the fact that the only thing you have to do to get a beer here is ask. You can honestly walk into any given persons room, and ask for a beer, and they will give you one 9 times out of 10. I actually got 3 beers because they guy liked my jacket and said I should have a beer for my hands and one for each pocket.
If they say no it's almost always because they don't have anything to drink, not because they don't want to share.
"Beer communism!'

Wel, I'm doing much better now.
I got 10 hours of sleep, I rock.

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This week has been filled with allusions to this Summer, and it's only Monday. I am currently "rocking out" to the Trance that filled our final days in Omaha. Currently I'm on "Eternal Mystery" next, Jen's personal favorite.
There's a lot of annoying people on my floor right now, yes MY floor... Anyhow, they're just wandering around yelling, no reason, I want to replace their bed-sheets with jellyfish.
There are parts of this place that I love, and parts that I can't stand. Dan and I get along for the most part, but when we don't, we really, really don't. I hate the Sodexho and the stupid student managers there with a passion. I can hardly sleep some nights, I don't know why, and those nights I do sleep, I can never manage to sleep in. I'm up around 10 at the latest. I usually don't get back before 3 in the morning on Friday's and Saturdays, which means I get no sleep.
Aly, the girl who lives next door was using Dan's computer, she turned towards where the sounds were coming from and she said to me, "I can see why you hide out in here so often." Does not wanting to get drunk on weekdays and not bother other people mean I'm hiding out?
The weekends here are great, and I love my classes. The play is going well, and I'm meeting some pretty cool people. But you know what, the dead time here really sucks. When I actually have time to sit and think, I start to feel, lonely.
I try not to complain, because there's nothing that anyone who reads this blog can really do. But sometimes it would be nice to be comfortable. I can feel the tension in my shoulders and in my back. Sometimes I swear I can feel it moving up into my arms and up my neck, trying to arrest my motion and smother me.
I shaved the goatee off, surprisingly a couple of people asked me why, maybe I'll let it grow once more, it's name was Leonard.

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Like 1:40 AM on a Tuesday morning. I don't have class until 11, and it's not real class, just the start of the Academic Year... (So what was all this learning before-hand?)
My roomie has decided to get drunk every monday from now on. He did it last week in here, as most of you know, and that drove me nuts. He's elsewhere tonight, I really have no clue where. Possibly passed out, he called his parents, realized he was drunk, and hung up. They called back a little bit later, I was in here and I had to cover for him.
Play practices are going well, and no, I don't mean well as in good, I mean well as in well.... Bob is funny. He's like Fischer and P rolled into one neo-Buddhist, crunchy on the outside, karmic on the inside. Next time I see all of you I shall regale you with my tales of "movement workshops." I'm not saying that things AREN'T going well, it's just a huge change of pace from what I'm used to.
Ken, the other director, looks like Mr. Fidler with an eye patch.
There is a whole lot of learning going on, I'm re-reading Beowulf, reading the Prince and the Republic. I have a bunch of random documents that I need to start pulling an explication together for.
In Philosophy we've been reading this book by a man named Divid Fingarette. It's all about Death, it's actually called, Death: Philisophical Soundings. This guy basically says, we came from nothing, we're going to nothing, and there's nothing you can do about it. He makes some interesting observations about the actual event of dying, but beyond that I think he's a little too full of himself. He takes time to carefully show how each of the different religions is wrong. Personally I think a valid point stands for itself.
Well, Dan is back, and looking at porn again. Looks lke it's lesbian stories tonight ladies and gents.
Bed time.