Blessid Union of Souls: "Walking Off The Buzz"

Listening to this amazing song that brings me back to my happiest days, and yes my screen name is inspired from this title. It was my #1 song at the time and it had a certain ring to it I must admit. What I didn't know was that "Buzz" would become intricately related to me that year, with The Buzz Cafe reaching unheralded prominence in my life and other reasons. Damnit I'm still in "professional writing mode" since I just wrote a retirement message for someone from my high school days.

That message has me thinking back to those last two years of high school. It's such a funny mechanism, memory. With time only the good things come forward. The times you wished you'd forget, you do tend to forget and everything starts coming up roses. I'm not complaining, since I would rather only remember the good times, but it's just funny. I had such a great time those two years. The people I was immersing myself with were the right people, the ones that stick, and the ones you want to stick. My first two years were peopled by comers and goers... there was no consistency. But then I went to North Campus and I made a conscious decision to start anew, to grow up. I was just talking with Mary about it and I voiced what I'd been thinking for awhile. I was so incredibly ballsy then and somehow I let myself become more of a caricature though I put up a damn good face sometimes. I'm not unhappy persay, but the great times are fewer and farther between. There was such an immediacy then that I wish was now, but everything is so much more relaxed. I guess I just have to accept how things are now and find my groove within *that*.

This weekend kinda sucked. I slipped Friday back into what I didn't want to. I went to that concert Thursday and to Murphy's afterward and though I wasn't drunk or hungover or anything at all, I slept in and didn't go to my two classes again. It doesn't matter attendance wise, but I just feel guilty and I hate that feeling. I am going to start out this week by going to all my classes day by day. I can make it work, I just have to be committed.

I went to my friend Allie's boyfriend's party last night and it was really great catching up with her, who I haven't seen in about a month. We decided to in a few weeks when we have some money to try a new local restaurant out for lunch every now and then. We both are woefully undercultured with Chambana and what better way than to try the local cuisine. We are gonna start with Radio Maria, a place that on their ever changing menu I saw African, South American and Mexican dishes mixed with normal, American and European ones. Sounds eclectic.

Today I tried to kick off the remnants of winter by putting in a cd that I associate with Spring. I put Collective Soul's "Disciplined Breakdown," which is my ultimate April cd and gave it a go. Well, when I left the grocery store and turned my car on to listen, it began to fucking snow. So I had to turn off the music because I can't risk mixing seasons. It's just too dangerous.

Some of you might say, well, Jeff, the cd you're listening to right now is part of your summer collection. And yes, reader, it is. But I am in my room on my computer, warm from the central heat and cannot see any snow. Weather is not a condition and only when it is is it risky to mix seasons. So there. Proved you wrong.

I have some more emailing to do before I tuck in for the night, so I'm gonna end this post here. I just want to throw a shout-out to Jackie in WI, who apparently feels underloved by Illinois people. Though she talks strangely, she's good people, so I salute her. And Christine, if you're reading this, check your voicemail already. Night.