Turn the Page

A lot has happened over spring break, and I've been way too busy to update. It's a fairly safe bet to say Carlyn likes me. And I like her. I'm so scared of doing anything relationship wise though.

I know I can't handle a long distance relationship. Lafayette isn't THAT far away, but it's still not close. That's a weekend together, at best, because we'll both be busy: her first year is going to be jam-packed with band and I'm going to be studying my ass off for grad school acceptance next year. College just isn't a good time.

Maybe one day things will be better, but the best I can hope for is a friendship that remains despite distance.

As for Janet, things seem to be rocky with her. As always, I can never really tell what's up with her. She talks to me seductively, she won't speak to me. She's utterly confusing. I'm wishing things would work out with Carlyn so that I don't have to bother with all that shit. She's so frustrating. It's incredibly hard to have feelings for someone who doesn't reciprocate. Especially when they know how to work you.

EDIT POST: Apparently, things are not as they seem.

It's funny how one comment can change a perspective.

Tonight's song: Turn the Page by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band.

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out its one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
When your riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through.
Say, here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you cant hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man
You always see my number, you don't dare make a stand.
Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Out there in the spotlight your a million miles away,
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away,
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed,
With the echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Here I go, playing star again.
There I go, turn the page.
Here I am, on the road again. there I am, up on the stage.
Ah here I go, playing star again.
There I go, there I go.