So, sitting in the business center again. With nothing better to do, not even on labor day weekend. It's been eventful so far, though events don't make things inherently better. Sometimes events just make you think.

Friday night I went out alone to a place called 'the corner', where the college kids hang. Thought to myself "if I'm going to meet people that I want to be friends with, it's gonna be here". I had been here before, but not during peak party hours.

So I mull around, get some dinner, eat it. Poke into a bar or two and get a drink. Sit on a stool at a table, alone, and look around. Scope things out - take in the scenery - look for someone to talk to.

Everyone seemed to have their own agenda. I'm by no means a shy person, but I didn't want to poke my nose into other people business uninvited. I'm not sure what kind of opportunity I was looking for, but I didn't find it that night.

I drank alone, I wandered alone, I thought alone. At one place, some guy randomly mentioned he thought my shirt was cool. I was wearing the 'Time is an invention' T-shirt. We exchanged a few words, poked fun at some meatheads wearing boring shirts, and then I left.

Before that place, I did catch some good live music at a different local bar. But it was empty, figuratively - no one to share it with. I snapped my fingers and drank my beer, though I may as well been listening to a song in my head, cause no one could really hear what I was hearing.

The drive home is always the worst. Like a drive of shame, or sometimes regret.

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The next day I headed back there to check out some stores and take pictures of the city and the places I visited. Bought some workout gear (cause I lost my underarmour shirt somewhere ...) visited a local music store and bought the OST to Broken Flowers. Broken Flower is an amazing movie by the way, I love Murray's new down-tempo humor - ha, I even saw that alone a few weeks ago.

So it just so happened that there was a big game that day, and football is huge down here. Everyone was dressed in orange, not just students, but the townies too (that's what the locals are called). Mobs of people were headed towards the stadium, so I figured I'd just follow, I mean, I could blend in, right?

I couldn't have been more wrong. Simply as a person I was out of place. Even those students who were not dressed for the game has this sense of fashion that was something straight out of a magazine or something ... I mean, they wore pink and green pants with fancy belts and polos - popped collars everywhere. They even have school ties that people were to the games. Ties to games! They take the whole Southern Gentleman theme too far.

And the people, I mean, almost everyone was good looking. Like most of them were handpicked from an Abercrombie catalogue. Even ratios of women and men ... parties on the streets and on front lawns. Not this day, but the other night, people were partying in open sight, with obviously underage people drinking, beirut on the front lawn, cups everywhere!!

It made me miss school. It also made my somewhat envious and upset that my College wasn't more like that - more like a regular University. Yea, 'but Kyle, if you didn't go to WPI you wouldn't bla bla bla', yea I know. But I expected that when I went to College, I wanted that. I wanted the raucosness and the debauchery and the craziness - and the women. I won't lie about that, I mean, wouldn't any guy want his school to be more like that if it wasn't?

That day just filled me with a sense of misplacement. I tried to buy a scalped ticket for the game, figuring it would be a great way to meet people what with the atmosphere and all, but it was too much for me. I guess fate didn't even want me to belong.

So I left, again. Took some more pictures. Went to the outdoor mall to look at the merchant shops set up on the street. I wanted to buy another ring since my old one fell apart. Upon looking at them, a woman decided to comment on my camera and asked if she could look at it. I didn't see any harm in it, so I let her. Told her I was taking pictures for myself and friends and family back home. She then told me she could show me the best spot in the area to take picture. I found this odd, but in my state of mind then, I was really socially numb and didn't really care, so I figured, what the hell.

Idle chat ensued, so I ask her where she lives. And then she replies 'your walking on it'. She's homeless - awkwardness level rises. But whatever, she just looks like a hippy, so my following her to the top of a parking garage isn't that strange to an onlooker.

I get up there, take some great pictures. She finds a can of unopened soda on the floor and bags it, I say I have to go make dinner, and leave.

15 minutes later I come back to get gelato and buy that ring; the gelato was passionfruit and amazing, the ring was golden and sanskrit for compassion and love; what a combination. The whole time I make sure I don't see her so she doesn't think I was being rude. I just didn't want to walk with her anymore and don't know how to be polite to hobos just yet.

And that leads to today. I ran again in the morning. I run like 2.5 miles daily now, makes me feel good. I did laundry, played video games, other random stuff. And now I'm here. Wanting to go out, wanting to party, but I got nothing. Gonna go home and play video games or watch a movie.

Oh, and I took pics of my place and made a flash slideshow. I was gonna put it up here but I can't install the SSH terminal. Gonna have to wait till Tuesday at work.

Yep. Goodnite.