The thoughts of an odd duck who sits alone in a night cafe, with a stylo in his right, a journal in his left, a valise under his chaise, a tasse on the table, and plenty of time to pass.
This entire night has been filled by dorm mischief. Gettin in trouble and doin what we all do best... uhhh, getting into trouble! In the midst of the operatic bathroom, the dark and noisy morgue, the movement of lounge furniture, and the hook-up party outside, not to mention the third floor banana brigade and the atheist association meeting down the hall, I've become tired. Not tired of anything in particular, just tired. In the midst of seeing his candid audacity, her pretty face, and the pajama jumblers, my tiredness has developed into a sort of melancholy.
Eh, it's just college, but seeketh and ye shalt findeth sumthin sumthin.
Daniel says I'm looking for something else... I told him, "maybe". Am I really that ambiguous with people? I mean, I know Andrea used to say that to me A LOT but I thought it was just her. But I mean, c'mon... oh c'monnnn...
~Benjamin 2/28/2004 02:52:00 AM