Train: I Am

So the Third Eye Blind concert that Jeff had hooked me up with fell through; I guess the press-guy, Mike or Max or Eric, didn’t put me on the guest list like he said he was going to. That sucks. I was really looking forward to it and I just hope Jeff comes through another time. It’s still the coolest thing I’ve ever heard of.

I just got a call from my group member about tomorrow and I’m really excited for it. At 9am (yeah, that’s early to get up for) I’m going to see Senate candidate Jack Ryan speak at the Champaign County Senior Republicans meeting then I’m traveling with the campaign through neighboring towns Tuscola and Mahomet while he does newspaper and radio interviews, then we have lunch with the candidate (I think) and his senior staff (I know). Then we were lucky enough to be their guests to a fund-raiser “networking party” in Springfield. It’ll be a long day, but it sounds great to me.

Damien Rice: Moody Monday

Let me just comment on something that was really eating away at me all weekend: I cannot understand why it was so hard for me to find someone to go to the concert with. None of my friends could go, for various reasons, and I got the run-around from three others. It is probably for the best because it would just have been me tapping a pen to the beat or whatever and that’s lame. But it’s precisely at these moments that I begin to formulate a number of things about me that I can change so that this will never happen again. Because I just don’t know what is going on or what I can do about it. Because I’m just striking out at every at-bat lately, and while some may call it a rut, I call it life. My life.