Tired

I've been exhausted like whoa these past few weeks.

I haven't been to my apartment in the city in almost two and a half weeks now, and though I saw two of my lovely roomates last weekend at home in MA, I miss those crazy kids tons. Strangely, they are my balance. When everything is crazy chaotic around here (read: school), they are my world outside of the box, my window with a view, my two hour nap in the afternoon.

In other news I am wireless. Yes I have cut my world wide umbilical chord, and I can now roam my school apartment looking at internet porn, buying things on ebay, and watching any baseball game I want...

yes, you read that correctly...any baseball game I want.


I've been kind of uninspired musically lately. My life has become a little boring. I am craving an adventure. Some kidn of cross-country voyage. Complete with buxom beauties, cigarettes, booze, train hopping, and maybe even a bag on the end of a stick like the hobos of yore.

I've been thinking alot about baseball. I miss it when it is gone and go crazy when I have it again. I find baseball relaxing. I feel wonderful at the park...any park. I coach lacrosse...life is crazy that way isn't it?!

There has been a lot of drama lately with the students here. Kids getting in trouble, kids upset about this and that, and strangely it is taking a toll on me a little. I feel for these kids. There world is tiny here, and the littlest things can cause the largest mess. I feel for the kids who I know are good, who are having problems, who are genuine people who are learning some of life's lessons the tough way. I only hope they can see the light at the end of the tunnel...that you are not the sum of your actions alone...that the person who learns from their experiences, and improves themselves are 10 times better than those who experience nothing at all.

This post is so scattered and all over the place and I apologize...but at least it is something.

There is probably a baseball blog coming up soon. It is festering.

abro