bring that beat back to me again

It must be the fall weather that's making me feel this way: part crazy, part inspired, part invincible. It's that 'college' sensation that everyone always talks about, it's that residue feeling that will remain with you for the rest of your life. It started somewhere in the library a few hours ago, most likely fueled by caffeine, the lack of food in my system, Goncharev's "Oblomov" - a novel that describes every facet of my being perfectly and profoundly. I ran out of the library and into Kimmel and into a rehearsal room and just jammed by myself for a good half hour - because I knew I didn't have much time - and the added adrenaline just made me insane. A good insane. It was the feeling of things falling into place and out of place, but in the right way. Walking back to the dorm - no, not walking, I couldn't really feel my feet hitting the pavement - with the right music in my ears, empty wallet, totebag carrying everything I'll ever need: water, 501 french verbs conjugated, cigarettes for those down moments, Oblomov....I've never been so okay with my life; I was having articulate epiphanies every ten steps or so and I know I'm not in love (or am I) but I hope this is what love feels like because even with this seemingly insurmountable amount of work in front of me everything seems unusually clear, and maybe it's the feeling that I've finally broken free from triviality, from petty bullshit and superficiality, and my conscience was so spotless. That feeling I had on the walk home, I want to bottle it. I know I'll need it sometime in the future, but in all honesty I want to live that feeling every fucking moment of my life.