Missing the Moments as They Pass

Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?

-- Chantal Kreviazuk's "Time"

I sit here alone in my apartment on a Saturday night, watching Auburn and Georgia play a heated college football game and going over my notes for TC 201, and the words of Chantal Kreviazuk keep going through my head. I've stated before that I don't mind being alone with my thoughts, and while thats mostly true, this type of situation seems a bit more difficult.

The fact of the matter is this is one of those nights you look down the road and regret later. As I've stated before I'm thankful for the group of friends I have on the most part; If they weren't to invite me along on everything I probably would be doing next to nothing, or worse, I would actually have to go out of my way to find a way to pass the time. The very thought is preposterous. Expecting me to make a conscious effort to find friends to hang out with? /sarcasm

Oh, there's no sarcasm tag? There really should be, that way people'd know that someone is being sarcastic online; It's pretty difficult to know whether or not someone is being sarcastic through written word, unless you understand the context well. Hmmm... Maybe that'll be my claim to fame. My mom has always been badgering me, trying to coerce me into creating the next great computer innovation, like the Google or the Napster guys.

Regardless, here's the story: Getting off work I didn't have many prospects of ways to pass the time for the night. It's a friend's birthday today, so a bunch of them went ice skating. Not exactly my cup of tea, so I passed. Next a group of friends said they were going to go catch a movie, Jarhead to be exact. I told them I'd pass on that too, since the cash is getting tight at this point, and plus, the movie looked horrible, even if it did have Donnie Darko himself in it. A third group of friends went to study at the library, which I also declined because I wasn't in the mood to study.

So instead, I come back to my place, roommate-less and all (he's had to go home every weekend this semester), and with nothing to do, settle down into a little pool of depression and bloggerism. I don't expect this depression to last long, as I usually don't let things like this get me down, but still, what should I take away from this? Maybe I need more friends, so I have more options on a Saturday night. Maybe I need to be less picky with what events I do and don't attend. Maybe I just need to learn how to create my own good time... which'd require effort. The best operative word I can think of here for that would be 'Ick'.

Sigh, looks like its going to be a long night of being able to relate to whiny white rockers talk about being lonely. The great irony here is that as I typed that, Ringside's "Tired of Being Sorry" just came on my winamp. Pick it up if you can, its a good song... even if it is the whiny lonely type. No one sees me tonight, but the silver moon.