Lyrics like Liquor

This was the peace after the storm, or maybe just the eye. I still can't help but feel a little tied up at times, but for the most part, if I can stay busy, there's not much time for thinking. Thoughts can be so self destructive. Right now I'm on duty, doing what it is that duty consists of, which generally isn't much until after duty is "over". That's when all the crap hits the fan. So being bored out of my mind on weekend nights isn't too much of an odity for me anymore. I usually end up working most every weekend and my friends don't tend to do too much anymore either. Also, the fact that I'm an RA means I'm bound to a certain level of responsibility a.k.a. I can't be as crazy for entertainment purposes as much as I was last year.

So I got payed yesterday, filled up my gas tank, and went out to take pictures today. It was nice to get away from campus for a while. All of my woes seem to be centralized here and no where else. I'm glad I can atleast isolate emotions to places, even if it is in the place I live. All that does for me is it gets my mind on other things when I leave. I like to leave frequently, and today was perfect for it. I even wore my shorts and sandles like I do in the summer. I love warm air and warm nights. I love just being outside. I think it's because I hate stale air and florescent lights, or maybe I just like the occasional sensations of anonimity that I get when I leave. Any way I look at it, I've got to clear a weekend soon just to go camping. I really need to get out of here, probably by myself. That would be best because I have alot to think about, and I can't have any distractions. I have to be careful when I'm alone though. It's so easy to victimize yourself when you're isolated, and then there's no one to help protect you.

I'm listening to familiar music right now. It's the kind of music that is directly corrolated with memory, both good and bad. It can be a means of escape, but it can also inflict damage. I don't feel particularly damaged right now, but I'll be careful. Anyways, what else has been happening? I have a test on Monday, and some online homework to work on that's going to take forever. I also have a recording session tomorrow after church. That will be fun. Working out is getting better. I'm getting stronger and I can notice more drastic changes even though I still weigh the same. My hair is longer than ever, but it's the last thing on my mind. How I look is the last thing on my mind really. It's all in attempts to stop thinking about women. Honestly it's like trying to break from caffeen, but I'll get there. Speaking of caffeen. I miss sitting outside at Starbucks in the summer with the guys and just talking about life. You really take a moment for granted when it's happening, but when it's gone, its value increases. I also miss playin guitar with the old band guys. People that actually enjoy and respect music and don't analyze it to death. People who just get drunk in the song with you. That's what I miss. I look for people who have that quality, and those are the ones that I play my music for. Not too many of them around here, but then again, this is Nashville. Sure some folks say they like my music, but ya know, what else are they going to say. It's not something somebody can hide from me when I'm playing for them. When I play for someone, I can read them like a book if they get lost in my song. I've probably played for about four folks who truly appreciate it, but not a single girl has despite what they say. I can read very well. That's probably good though. It serves its purpose. My wife will love my song because she, unlike everyone else, will know what they mean. That's one of the few secrets that I keep. I never reveal the true meaning of any of my songs. I did some of them once, but she deserved it, being that they were all about her. Other than than, no one else knows or could know unless they knew me to my deepest core. Anyways, I've got to go do my job. Hope you all are having a great Saturday and I hope your Sunday is truly blessed. Peace and Love.