The Internet Ramblings of Nick O'Hare

School has officially turned from average to overwhelming. It seems as though all of a sudden every class kicked into high gear at the same time. I'm hoping its going to get better, but at this point, I'm pretty much counting down the days until the semester is over. Is that bad? I don't really know, but it is what it is... That's where my thoughts have been lately.

Man, it sure has. So much in life has changed, yet at the same time, so much hasn't. Its funny how if you change one thing in your life, it has this beautiful way of spilling over into every other facet of life. I suppose in my case, that little something would be a relationship. Who knew, right? Its funny, because I guess I didn't realize my own capacity for love or whatever going in, so if I'm being honest, it completely swept me off me feet. I should also add, I'm talking about the good type of swept me off my feet, not the bad kind. It kinda flipped my life on its head, but i wouldn't prefer it any other way. Wow...

Anywho, not much else is different besides that. I now digress on to a series of disconnected thoughts.

Chivalry is not dead. I noticed that over the last couple days while riding the bus to and from school. In a world where people are so self focused the majority of the time and rarely think about others before themselves, it was interesting to see a good portion of guys still give up their seat so a girl wouldn't have to stand. Keep in mind that these people are complete strangers. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't be surprised by it because, after all, thats how we're supposed to act, but still, I can't help thinking that I am witnessing the last of a dying act. I hope not.

Listening to proto-typical middleschool punk rock puts my mind in a special place. It kinda makes all the quasi-adult problems I see all the time fade away. Everything was so naive and innocent, its fun every once in a while to experience. Maybe it sounds dumb, but it takes the edge off the stress I see/feel everyday. I remember listening to it "way back when," when the biggest problems were no hard taco shells on taco day, and that I couldn't manage to figure out how to play the recorder. No art deadlines, no heartache, no bills... just power chords and bliss. Now, I'm not saying that I would prefer that, but just that its nice to listen to every once in a while.

Hopefully I will write more, and much more consistently. May this find you well, if it finds anyone at all...