Tourist attraction.

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I appreciate festivals. They, well, make everything festive. A particular street on any other given day wouldn't merit even a second look - you come and go, you do what you need to. But on festivals, the streets become dance-floors, shops with bright colors, smiling faces, and flooding with memories. How sad that I'm not a part of it all... I walk through and observe, a tourist. It's always the case, whether in Japan, in Chicago, or here in Xavier University.

The Xavier Days have been interesting, to say the least. But I have made no significant memories, nothing to make these festival days any different to any other given day in my life. I've passed by acquaintances and exchanged light conversation, but the company of friends I had none. I did try to put a mark on the festival but my broken cell-phone lucked me out. More on that later.

Sounds like the same old story right? I attend some event down here and I'm on my own, always on my own. You must be tired of hearing the same story.

I am too. I'm very tired. Wishing gets me nowhere though, so I'll settle with what I have for now.

At any rate, the festival is a well-needed respite from the sudden busy-ness of this semester. It's a healthy sort of busy, so I'm not complaining in any way. The more I delve into Sociology, the more it feels like it's for me. I see the world a little more clearly, a little more positively. Life isn't dull. This festival isn't any different (aside from having no friends to hang out with).

Oh, I believe I mentioned something about trying to make a mark on the festival... I auditioned to perform for ENGAGE, and was to be informed by text message on my phone. Unfortunately, my phone was broken up 'til the beginning of the festival, so I was unable to receive any message whether I was accepted or not. How unfortunate. Hopefully my contribution to the Crusader Publication doesn't suffer the same fate.

That said, the festival was a success, however much I wished more came out of it. At least I recognized the Xavier Days when it came 'round.

A little ditty before I go:

A piece of paper
A piece of never wanting
others to notice what you do next,
what they might expect is always wrong.
Write out your thoughts
Sketch out your loves,
lost like a ship at sea -
how like me.
A piece of paper
just for a thought and, maybe,
a kiss in the realm of imagination. See?
No one expects the same thing
from me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Until next time.

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