Weather in Lincoln is in limbo. I hate that. I hate the unsure... not the unknown. I got used to 70 degree weather and beautiful cool nights. Now it hasn't been over 50 in a week. It's sprinkling right now. I want so desperately for it to pour, for God to let loose the the floodgates and be able to watch a thunderstorm do it's damage. I want to be able to take a walk at midnight with a sweatshirt and a friend. I want to be cliche... because it's spring, and that's what nature is telling me to do.

My mind checked out of school a month ago. I've been looking for it ever since. And I think almost everyone is ready to kill each other (in the most loving and friendly way imaginable.) It's time for summer.

And summer has been one of the only things on mind since August. I yearn for hobo delight and people who can't keep their flipping hands to themselves. Not because they are the good things... but with the bad comes the amazing.

If I ever become a journalist people are going to shoot me, because I've said too many bad things about them. It's sad that a few (or more) people can ruin the appeal of a profession for many.

I have a no track mind... I can't keep my thought in order. I'm going to work on that. Until then, you have this jumble - Good luck!

Suggested reading: Look up some Bob Dylan lyrics.