I miss being home and supporting myself. These thoughts frequent me late at night. Fuck Moons and Planets. I'm fairly certain I don't need to take any more Spanish in my life. I already know how to Publicly Speak. I sometimes wonder if I should just get into the real world with my own place and own job and own cat and own life.

I've been doing well at adjusting to college life again. I can say that the adjustments this year have going smoothly, but I still miss being home. I feel like now that I'm back in college I've been almost stripped of my independence. Maybe I really do want to be in radio production? I miss my internship at Albany Broadcasting. I think that I should contact Jon Bailey and Steve and see whats up and how their work is going.

I went through this same wave of thought the last time I wrote in this. I talked with Chris Allen about what he did after college and what he's doing now. He edits on tv and whatnot. I'll have to shape my major around my interests. I think I'll switch back to Radio and Audio. Why not? If its something I like, why not go back to it? I'll have to speak to my adviser eventually. Whoever that is.


This weekend was okay. On Friday I stayed in and played 3 long games of Pictionary with my suitemates. I drank a slug of whiskey that went down like paint thinner.
On Saturday I drove to Buffalo with Nick to buy some books. I'm continuing my progress with Hidden Faces and bought a book by Franzen. Afterwards, I sat around. I called up Matt, a kid in a couple of my classes. Nick and I went to his place in town, sat on the roof for a breif moment while his housemates smoked pot. We went in and I jammed with him on guitar, he played drums. We ended up going to some girls house for a get together. Nick and I each stole one beer and in a jerk-move, left the party for the search for pizza.
Today I woke up sick. Thanks, Tim. I spent the whole day napping. On times when I was awake, I didn't speak to Tim. He sat in the room all day on his computer. I said two things to him, "thanks", when he opened the door for me once, and, "hey tim", when I saw him outside on the way out to the Starbucks to buy a hot chai.

Tonight I constructed a playlist from my IPOD's music:

Red Right Ankle by the Decemberists
Me and My Friend by Julie Doiron
Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor by Mississippi John Hurt
After the Gold Rush by Neil Young
Comin' Around by Shotgun and Jaybird
God by Apollo Sunshine
Eyes on the Prize by M. Ward
Skating by Vince Guaraldi
He' a Mighty Good Leader by Beck
The Stars Shine in the Sky Tonight by Eels
Brokedown Place by the Grateful Dead
Raining in Baltimore by Counting Crows
Nick Drake Tape by Clem Snide
Please Tell My Mother by Golden Smog (Jeff Tweedy)

This is one of the better mixes I have ever made. At some point it might manifest itself as a radio show. My radio show will be Tuesdays from six to seven. I'll try recording it and posting it on here, if that works. Tuesday is my favorite day of the week. Although, it is also the most busy. At 11 til 12:15 is Moons and Planets, which is horrible. At 2 is Public Speaking, at 3:30 is Rhetoric of Vision and Sound, at 6 is my radio show, at 8:30 is Art Forum, and then homework to follow. Busy, but I think look forward to Tuesday more than the weekend, crazy as it sounds.