Morning Wood

Have you ever had an unsaid connection with someone? As if there was something greater, lurking silently in the air? Between you and someone else?

Cliche, I know. Right? I think I had that tonight, with the most un-obvious person. I'm not sure if I'm the only person I know that knows who he is, but he was there tonight, in a striped sweater. Stefano. Mmm with his beautiful eyes... I feel like a stalker. haha

Life has so many minute details that we often miss. I'm noticing those details more and more now. I don't know what's changed... perhaps my appetite for living life? I think I might be on academic probation once again this quarter. I'm not as worried I suppose, I know what to do. It's a lot like life I guess. Life puts you on these probations when you fail at something and then you bounce back... well, and if you don't you end up 6 feet under from some sort of vice; much like with school and procrastination and everything in between. Except with life it's drugs, sex and alcohol... and then maybe you end up in the streets as a bum begging for a second chance; much like with writing an appeal in college. You may get it, you may not I suppose... and once again that's how people end up dead, either literally or as in a state of mind. Isn't that true about bums? Are we all bums? Transients really. I guess that's where whoever refers to bums as transients got that concept from... we're not constantly on probation.

In other news, if I could love my friends and family more... perhaps I would explode.