Rip Van Winkle's Newspaper.

Now, like Rip Van Winkle's newspaper, I realize that I have come out days ahead. It is already Thursday, and I am out of Chemistry Lab. The synapses fired that flung me from far behind to way ahead. It is nearly the weekend, which means the return on my one and only from just up the highway.
I have been listening to the Chronic, the Chronic 2001, and Man on the Moon nearly exclusively this week. It has lead to my seat being leaned way far back, me getting the gangster lean on, and some general loving of life.
I do not know how to express how I feel. It's like the sky is wearing a belt that holds in our aspirations and limits our potential. Thousands of feet up and hundreds of feet wide, it tightens with each personal failure, making sure we do not exceed our limitations. Someday I will grow tall enough to pop it with a pin point. Eventually my hair will bristle the ceiling. Either I will get higher or it will get lower, and that is when we will both find our end.
That may be the best description of what I feel like.
I wish I could get out and about this weekend, but in all reality all I really want to do is stick around here and hang out with the lady. There are big happenings in Ames, possible reunions in Pella, and a whole slate of other things taking place across the world, but I will stay right here causing trouble in River City.
School has presented several challenges, mainly for my attention span. Working in the newsprint shuffle, everything is cut into fifteen minute segments. Interviews, rough drafts, write ups, photoshoots: a good journalist never needs more than fifteen minutes. Now, figuring out the atom composition of particular molecules can take me up wards of a quarter hour. I am enjoying my new course of study immensely, I just wish I could take the book and learn at my own rapid but segmented pace.
My assistant coaching duties for the Men's Basketball Team at the college have also been absorbing my time. Study tables, lifting, and open gym all need to be supervised, and I am usually first in line for the job. It has been a good experience so far, and I feel great spending my time helping the guys with their homework or harassing them about playing sloppy defense. I think we should have a decent team, lots of athletes, but it is yet to be seen which ones are actual ball players.

Today is an easy day.
Tonight will be harder.
I will toss and turn,
as the loneliness burns,
and I wait up hours for my baby.