Over and over and over and over

I went to see Hot Chip at the Vic with Otter and Toners last night. Major was supposed to come too, but instead he had to do some film editing for class. So once again, I played third wheel. Normally, this doesn't bother me, but with everyone moving on to jobs or grad school, it emphasizes the fact that I just seem to be floating alone with no real direction. In this river of life, I'm kind of sick of drifting alone on my raft while everyone else seems to be rowing toward some destination. I'm not foolish enough to believe they know where they're going; they don't have a map, but they might have a compass. Meanwhile, I don't even feel like I have oars.

I seem to be obsessed with extended analogies recently.

Anyways, I've decided I actually have something to look forward to next year in that I'll get to meet a bunch of new people. I still treasure my closest friends, but the extended social circles were getting a little stale. Maybe I'll even find someone that is both dating-material and single. My hopes aren't sky-high, because at Notre Dame it seems that the non-crazies get taken pretty quickly. Hell, even the crazies get taken quickly. But at least I don't have to worry about ruining any friendships or anything like that. We'll see how it goes, but it could be very nice if I have good luck. I haven't taken a girl to a show in a long time, and there's not too much better than dancing in the pulsing glow of the stage lights with your current crush.

Hot Chip - Sexual Healing