tuesday february 27 2001    |    4:36 p.m.

whatever happened to just hanging out and talking?

sitting in a room for hours. passing around a bowl, a flask of whiskey. or nothing. and just keeping it real.

i think that's what all this bullshit eventually comes down to: keeping it real.

apparently people are too busy. which is fine, college is busy. but when have i ever been too busy -- with the exception of impending papers, finals, and the like -- to hang out? practically every single day, with few exceptions, julie and i make time to sit and talk. we spend a lot of time together as it is, but regardless, there are always things to talk over. and yeah, we're really close, but come on, everyone has things to talk about. but instead they play beerpong or go to frat parties or sit in the library in a daze of neon lights, or i don't know. maybe they're sitting in rooms with their own close friends, talking things over. that's good. now can't we open up those borders just a little?

i'm frustrated. i wonder where everyone is hiding, and why. i'm sick of waiting to be expected to call.

i'm sick of waiting for the right time and the right circumstances and the right connections to make a phone call. strike up a conversation. hit on some guy. give presents. stop by. look for common ground. sick of it. especially sick of it because there's not much i can do. i know who i am and i know where i stand and i know what i want. i'm tired of waiting for people to catch up, to even want to try.

the hippies had the right idea. they just took it a bit too far, took a little too much acid, and believed too much in traveling around with jerry garcia.

so let's stop all this bullshit. leave your hangups at home. and come hang out already.