Regina Spektor

I sat in my apartment alone doing nothing last night and I'm doing the same tonight. I told myself all week that I didn't want to do this, but here I am. I wonder why noone's called or tried to make plans with me prior to the weekend arriving, and then I remind myself that I can't remember the last weekend during the school year that I made plans with anyone other than her. And it's not like I'm running around proclaiming my vacant weekends to anyone either. I shouldn't expect others to read my mind. All in all, it's shaping up to be another very long weekend. Why can't I just pick up the phone and call around to find something to do?

Phil and Michelle came up today for Homecoming. Talking to him this afternoon for a few hours was a breath of fresh air. I'd pay alot of money right now to live the next six months or so with him in an apartment in Indy again.

I've been listening to Regina Spektor's song Summer in the City alot. I dont know if it's the forlorn way she sings the song that seems to echo how I feel inside, or something about the lyrics of the song itself.


Summer in the city
means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
Telling strangers personal things

Summer in the city,
I'm so lonely lonely lonely
So I went to a protest just to rub up against strangers
And I did feel like coming but I also felt like crying
It doesn't seem so worth it right now

And the castrated ones stand in the corner smoking
They want to feel the bulges in their pants start to rise
At the site of a beautiful woman they feel nothing but
Anger, her skin makes them sick in the night
nauseaous, nauseaous, nauseaous

Summer in the city,
I'm so lonely lonely lonely
I've been hallucinating you, babe, at the backs of other women
And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
But there's no recognition in their eyes

Oh summer in the city
means cleavage cleavage cleavage
And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I'm doing quite fine
It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
When it's summer in the city And you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I start to miss you, baby,


Things to talk about in future posts:
1) what to take away from the past 3 years
2) my Thesis
3) the Czech Republic
4) presidential election
5) Cubs
6) the job search
7) new music