Um. I can't think of a clever introduction for this one. Ugh.
Last night the guys went and saw Grown-Ups. Basically our lives. 5 (in our case, 6) best friends reunite after 30 years apart. Hopefully we can do the same thing, minus the 30 year lapse. It's a completely fictional story, but I think its cool that those guys were like 40 years old and could still crack jokes like that, which reminded me of our group now. I hope growing up doesn't take that away from us. Any of us.
Also, my dad randomly gave me money to take my brother to see Toy Story 3 and I cried MORE than the last time. I'm gonna take a break from that movie for a while, for my own sake.
I haven't had more than 5 hours of sleep in a night since last Saturday. The worst.
In the car last night, Phil said that he and Jake were gonna try and come down to visit for spring break next year. I thought it was cool until it suddenly dawned on me that the 6 of us go to 6 different schools, and the likelihood of any of our breaks matching up is about as skinny as I was in high school. Just about anyone coming down from home to visit me would mean the world to me. I definitely have the room for it now (the dorms last year could barely house 2 people). Even summer (if I decided to stay) would be a great time for them to come down. But next summer is still a huge "IF" with a capital I-F. If I stay in Austin, everyone's going to come visit me. If I come home, I'm probably going to fly out to California. SO many "if's." Things need to start solidifying. Except my lake. I do enjoy the summer.
I think that the future scares the living shit out of me so much that I can't accept that things are changing unless I talk about them with people or I write them down on blogs that no one reads. I thought before that the majority of the wicked changes in my life would be last summer. But I'm getting a lot more weird vibes about the future than I was last summer. I'm obviously going to have a lot more responsibilities with the apartment, and school being a lot harder, but I feel like a giant wave of (insert something life-altering here) is going to come crashing down on me, and things could be as bad, or as good, as ever.
To leave this off on a positive note, I'm going over Tony's later today to set up the slip and slide for tomorrow. But first...sleep.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
It's Nice Not to Be So Alone
I'm heading into this post headfirst, with nothing on my mind beforehand. Today I worked, ate, worked more, ate more, swam, ate, then ate again. How am I not fat? Three cheers for my metabolism. That's really all I can think about. I am shit tired.
Wait. I forgot to mention something. My weekend was really boring. I barely saw anyone, and saw my father for about 20 minutes on FATHER'S DAY. He was gone for the first half of the day, and I was gone for the last half. I need to start synchronizing my different schedules with those around me. This "waking up at 5am, going to bed at 3am" might kill me before August 21st rolls around.
Good grief. August 21st. So much freaking crap to do before then. As of 5 minutes ago, I will have no bed, car, or any other chance of surviving. I am going to die.
Its funny that I spent literally 5 minutes in the Amigo tonight with the 4 other guys, and it was literally the best 5 minutes I've spent in the last 2-3 days. Funny what the presence of 4 (sometimes 5) other guys can do to one guy (WINNER: most awkward statement ever said in a blog. EVER).
Saturday. The awesome, 30 foot, 2 in 1 slip 'n slide is being unleashed for the summer season! If you read this, you should attend. It's at Tony's house. Neither me or Tony is responsible for the injuries you WILL receive.
This was where my blog was going to end, but instead, I'm going to dedicate this part to a person named Crystal. What I HATE about Crystal is that she always makes ME text her if one of us has to log off. And that she RARELY responds to my conversation-starting texts (especially lyrics from a mutually liked band). What I LURVE about Crystal is....umm...the fact that we talk a lot, talking to her late at night (like right now), her weird thoughts that she gets when she's alone, hearing her weird thoughts, and telling her mine, the fact that she wants me to write this, and a whole bunch of other things that I'm not going to list because the other, like, 2 people who read this are getting bored.
Ok. It's Mother's Day of Birth today! Goodnight.
Wait. I forgot to mention something. My weekend was really boring. I barely saw anyone, and saw my father for about 20 minutes on FATHER'S DAY. He was gone for the first half of the day, and I was gone for the last half. I need to start synchronizing my different schedules with those around me. This "waking up at 5am, going to bed at 3am" might kill me before August 21st rolls around.
Good grief. August 21st. So much freaking crap to do before then. As of 5 minutes ago, I will have no bed, car, or any other chance of surviving. I am going to die.
Its funny that I spent literally 5 minutes in the Amigo tonight with the 4 other guys, and it was literally the best 5 minutes I've spent in the last 2-3 days. Funny what the presence of 4 (sometimes 5) other guys can do to one guy (WINNER: most awkward statement ever said in a blog. EVER).
Saturday. The awesome, 30 foot, 2 in 1 slip 'n slide is being unleashed for the summer season! If you read this, you should attend. It's at Tony's house. Neither me or Tony is responsible for the injuries you WILL receive.
This was where my blog was going to end, but instead, I'm going to dedicate this part to a person named Crystal. What I HATE about Crystal is that she always makes ME text her if one of us has to log off. And that she RARELY responds to my conversation-starting texts (especially lyrics from a mutually liked band). What I LURVE about Crystal is....umm...the fact that we talk a lot, talking to her late at night (like right now), her weird thoughts that she gets when she's alone, hearing her weird thoughts, and telling her mine, the fact that she wants me to write this, and a whole bunch of other things that I'm not going to list because the other, like, 2 people who read this are getting bored.
Ok. It's Mother's Day of Birth today! Goodnight.
Friday, June 18, 2010
I Just Think That She's the Best
It's been so long since my last visit and I apologize. Just too much has happened and life has been a bit frantic lately. But there is a lot to talk about and even more that's on my mind. Let me try to find a good starting point.
Well Dave has been home for almost a week now, and the Third Eye Blind concert was awesome! Obviously they only played like 7 songs which is like 45 too short for me, but the other bands did not disappoint at all. Best part of the concert had to be walking back to our seats when LMFAO was playing. We walked by this huge group of people (of color and white) and I had the urge to start dancing with them. So next thing I know, I'm crumping and doing the worm (backwards because that's the only way I know how) in the center of these people's break-dancing circle. The only part of me that doesn't want to do something as awesome as that for the rest of my life is probably my chin, which was wounded in the process. Later that night, there was an after "party" at Bob's which was fun and...eventful...at the same time. In total, I was up for more than 25 hours straight that day. We went to bed as it was getting light out. That's something that I'd expect to happen in college. I love home.
Speaking of being home, Appalachia is cancelled! Freaking cancelled! A whole week of getting away from the world and just hanging around with your best friends, and some moochers decide to raise the price on everyone, making it impossible to go. Luckily, everyone has already taken work off so we decided at dinner today that the week of Appalachia will be partially dedicated to visiting Dave up at Tech. That's pretty much the only thing left to look forward to this summer.
We all saw Toy Story 3 tonight. What an amazing movie. I cried at the end. At first my eyes were just a little watery and I thought "I got this," but then a huge one dripped all the way down my face. The movie made me want to be little again so bad. After I dropped Dave off, I started getting teary again just thinking about my childhood, and how it is long gone. All that we have left is what's in front of us. I played the song Moondance by Van Morrison in my car, because it's literally the first song that I remember hearing as a kid. Throughout the entire movie, I thought about how I would take my brothers to see it later on, but after, I mostly just want to see it with my mom...
It seems that only on real meaningful nights, I look up at the stars when I get home. I feel like there was an extra big one in a spot that is usually vacant. I also feel like I was expecting this on the way home.
Well Dave has been home for almost a week now, and the Third Eye Blind concert was awesome! Obviously they only played like 7 songs which is like 45 too short for me, but the other bands did not disappoint at all. Best part of the concert had to be walking back to our seats when LMFAO was playing. We walked by this huge group of people (of color and white) and I had the urge to start dancing with them. So next thing I know, I'm crumping and doing the worm (backwards because that's the only way I know how) in the center of these people's break-dancing circle. The only part of me that doesn't want to do something as awesome as that for the rest of my life is probably my chin, which was wounded in the process. Later that night, there was an after "party" at Bob's which was fun and...eventful...at the same time. In total, I was up for more than 25 hours straight that day. We went to bed as it was getting light out. That's something that I'd expect to happen in college. I love home.
Speaking of being home, Appalachia is cancelled! Freaking cancelled! A whole week of getting away from the world and just hanging around with your best friends, and some moochers decide to raise the price on everyone, making it impossible to go. Luckily, everyone has already taken work off so we decided at dinner today that the week of Appalachia will be partially dedicated to visiting Dave up at Tech. That's pretty much the only thing left to look forward to this summer.
We all saw Toy Story 3 tonight. What an amazing movie. I cried at the end. At first my eyes were just a little watery and I thought "I got this," but then a huge one dripped all the way down my face. The movie made me want to be little again so bad. After I dropped Dave off, I started getting teary again just thinking about my childhood, and how it is long gone. All that we have left is what's in front of us. I played the song Moondance by Van Morrison in my car, because it's literally the first song that I remember hearing as a kid. Throughout the entire movie, I thought about how I would take my brothers to see it later on, but after, I mostly just want to see it with my mom...
It seems that only on real meaningful nights, I look up at the stars when I get home. I feel like there was an extra big one in a spot that is usually vacant. I also feel like I was expecting this on the way home.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Old Friends Are the Best Friends
Boy. What a last two days. And all spent with some great friends. I wouldn't want it any other way. Last night we all went to Denny's. And I swear to God, that if someone were to set up a video camera at the end of the table and record the conversations that we're being held, you could put that video up on Comedy Central. I have never laughed so hard in a two hour period. Holy shit.
Only two and a half more months until school begins. It's weird that its creeping up so fast. Summer is just so awesome. It feels like I dont want school to come, but then I remember all the fun times that school entails, and it just makes me appreciate everything.
That's another thing. So many people talk about not being able to wait until August/September for school. I realize that they probably don't have as awesome as friends as I do, but I mean, it's all just so foolish. Looking back, every single one of us is going to miss at least some part of the summer. I just find it weird that pretty much EVERYONE was excited for the EPIC SUMMER OF 2010 and now few are happy that it's finally here. People are funny.
I was reading David's first blog that he finally decided to write. And he made a few points. Points that we've talked about before, but seem to just jump out at me as they're sitting in front of me. He's right about one thing (well alot of things, but one thing inparticular). All of us will go through schooling. All of us will pretty much kill ourselves because of it. Most of us will get jobs. Few of us will actually like these jobs. Skip 40-50 years and we'll be sitting in rocking chairs, pooping our pants while waiting for the next check from the government so we can go get groceries that take us 2 hours to get because the speed limit is just too darn fast. This happens to all of us. Like the constants in a science experiment. The rest is up to you. Life is what YOU make of it. Life is not going to suck because you have 3 exams in one day, because your boss wants you to work Saturday, because you get your license taken away because you drive so damn slow, or because your other half cheated on you. It sucks because you choose to let shit like that bring you down. Life is someone taking a cheap shot to your gut and trying to take all of your shit after the worst day of your life. How you think you can respond to that is up to you.
I got out of my car after getting back home from Mike's tonight. When I looked up, I honestly thought to myself about how I had never seen that many stars in the night sky before. It was just so...spacious. I would never guess that I would see something that beautiful in the place where I was. Maybe its a sign to everyone that you can find the best things in life in the most unexpected places. Like your own front yard.
I have less than two and a half hours to sleep. But I really wanted to write all of this for everyone. Everday (literally), someone new tells me how they are reading or have read my blog. And it makes my day. I appreciate anything thats said about it. I just wanted to provide a quick holla before I hit the sack. Goodnight.
Only two and a half more months until school begins. It's weird that its creeping up so fast. Summer is just so awesome. It feels like I dont want school to come, but then I remember all the fun times that school entails, and it just makes me appreciate everything.
That's another thing. So many people talk about not being able to wait until August/September for school. I realize that they probably don't have as awesome as friends as I do, but I mean, it's all just so foolish. Looking back, every single one of us is going to miss at least some part of the summer. I just find it weird that pretty much EVERYONE was excited for the EPIC SUMMER OF 2010 and now few are happy that it's finally here. People are funny.
I was reading David's first blog that he finally decided to write. And he made a few points. Points that we've talked about before, but seem to just jump out at me as they're sitting in front of me. He's right about one thing (well alot of things, but one thing inparticular). All of us will go through schooling. All of us will pretty much kill ourselves because of it. Most of us will get jobs. Few of us will actually like these jobs. Skip 40-50 years and we'll be sitting in rocking chairs, pooping our pants while waiting for the next check from the government so we can go get groceries that take us 2 hours to get because the speed limit is just too darn fast. This happens to all of us. Like the constants in a science experiment. The rest is up to you. Life is what YOU make of it. Life is not going to suck because you have 3 exams in one day, because your boss wants you to work Saturday, because you get your license taken away because you drive so damn slow, or because your other half cheated on you. It sucks because you choose to let shit like that bring you down. Life is someone taking a cheap shot to your gut and trying to take all of your shit after the worst day of your life. How you think you can respond to that is up to you.
I got out of my car after getting back home from Mike's tonight. When I looked up, I honestly thought to myself about how I had never seen that many stars in the night sky before. It was just so...spacious. I would never guess that I would see something that beautiful in the place where I was. Maybe its a sign to everyone that you can find the best things in life in the most unexpected places. Like your own front yard.
I have less than two and a half hours to sleep. But I really wanted to write all of this for everyone. Everday (literally), someone new tells me how they are reading or have read my blog. And it makes my day. I appreciate anything thats said about it. I just wanted to provide a quick holla before I hit the sack. Goodnight.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
I've Got Some Friends, Some That I Hardly Know
I don't know why I'm writing this tonight, when I'm tired as balls, as opposed to last night, when I couldn't sleep, but I think that it takes about 24 hours for things to really sink into my head. Anyway, a few of us went to Tony's last night after our plans were sabotaged, and apart from some really immature prank calling that was fun nonetheless, a lot of talking was done that got me thinking (24 hours later, of course). Someone mentioned that the high school I went to was full of cliques and such. And then Tony told me of the clique that he thought I was apart of. And he was right. I would always pride myself on being legit friends with almost everyone: the basketball team and most other atheletes (douchebag or not), the drama kids (I just wanted to be on the Student News), those ridiculously smart kids from NHS, and people who were pretty much normal (I liked them the most). But I guess from year to year I migrated towards hanging out more with one group to another, and the group I hung out with my senior year was my defining clique, I guess. Luckily I met Phil and Jake my junior year, and I've been in pretty much the same clique since. And frankly, I don't want to leave this group. We don't take shit from anyone, but we're not gonna mess with you if you don't mess with us. Except for Tony. I can't make any promises with him. Plus we hang out everyday, as Mike stated tonight. Maybe its because we don't have anything better to do, or maybe we're just too good for anyone else. Yea....I think its the first one, too.
I decided tonight that I loathe fake people. Not just hate them. Loathe them. Luckily there have been no incidents with that lately, but I kind of just thought that up in my head just now. These type of peeps need to take a bow out of my life. "Hey, I'm going to act all friendly and close to you at first, but I'm really only out for my best interests." Good Riddance (And not the song, fake people shouldn't be associated with a great song like that).
Remember all my whining and complaining about Dave going back up north? Well if I'm not mistaken, he'll be home in 5 days. Boom. He also needs to start his blog. You can't just set one up and not write anything. That's rude.
I don't think I've talked to anyone from St. Ed's in about a day and a half. That is a record. And also needs to end.
Man, my last post was depressing. That's the last time I stay home for a night. I had work the next day, but from now on, I think I'll just go out regardless. I can sleep when I die.
I want a frickin awesome dog when I move out for good. Like everytime I see a good looking one, I'll start the thinking process, and then I'll rememember that I don't want this place to be 101 dalmations, because this is America, son. I read a book recently about a super intelligent dog that nods and shakes its head and stuff like that. That would be bitchin.
Be yourself. Stop trying to model others. It only makes you look bad and people assume you have a low self esteem. Which would be true. And don't think that others won't notice when you copy them or do something just to be in league with them. People aren't stupid. They sure act like it, but they also have the capacity to be smart sometimes. So be yourself.
I'm so tired. I can't even read what I'm typing anymore. Time for bed. Nighty night, world.
I decided tonight that I loathe fake people. Not just hate them. Loathe them. Luckily there have been no incidents with that lately, but I kind of just thought that up in my head just now. These type of peeps need to take a bow out of my life. "Hey, I'm going to act all friendly and close to you at first, but I'm really only out for my best interests." Good Riddance (And not the song, fake people shouldn't be associated with a great song like that).
Remember all my whining and complaining about Dave going back up north? Well if I'm not mistaken, he'll be home in 5 days. Boom. He also needs to start his blog. You can't just set one up and not write anything. That's rude.
I don't think I've talked to anyone from St. Ed's in about a day and a half. That is a record. And also needs to end.
Man, my last post was depressing. That's the last time I stay home for a night. I had work the next day, but from now on, I think I'll just go out regardless. I can sleep when I die.
I want a frickin awesome dog when I move out for good. Like everytime I see a good looking one, I'll start the thinking process, and then I'll rememember that I don't want this place to be 101 dalmations, because this is America, son. I read a book recently about a super intelligent dog that nods and shakes its head and stuff like that. That would be bitchin.
Be yourself. Stop trying to model others. It only makes you look bad and people assume you have a low self esteem. Which would be true. And don't think that others won't notice when you copy them or do something just to be in league with them. People aren't stupid. They sure act like it, but they also have the capacity to be smart sometimes. So be yourself.
I'm so tired. I can't even read what I'm typing anymore. Time for bed. Nighty night, world.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Hiding
Hi. I can't be too sure why I'm still up... I'm running on three hours of sleep, I did nothing but sit (Lexie would be proud) all day, and I'm about to pass out right now, but just can't. I'm in that phase where I want it to be any time except right now. I wish it was tomorrow, hanging out with the guys all night. I wish it was last weekend, with Techfest, Kelly's get together, and just spending time with the guys in general. I wish it was two weeks from now, jamming out to Third Eye Blind in a mixed up state of mind, with Dave back. I wish it was still my senior year, with so many friends, parties, and just having the time of my life. I wish it was September, hanging out in the apartment all day, exploring our lives at night, relishing in having my freedom back. Too much wishing. I guess I'll have to stay right here at the moment and wait until the morning comes for this weird phase to pass. Maybe I listened to way too much Kid Cudi today.
That has to be it. Kid freaking Cudi. And "Pursuit of Happiness," that song about how he'll be fine when he achieves happiness. I mean, come on! That guy has one of the most recognizable names on the planet right now. He has....everything. If a guy like that can honestly say that he's not happy, what does that say about the average person? Maybe he just smokes way too much weed...yea that's definitely it.
In the meanwhile, I decided to creep the living crap out of my own facebook. I looked at all of my pictures, videos, notes. Man, have I lived. But there's also plenty more living to go.
Also, a couple of days ago, I had a dream/nightmare. I was at my wedding. But there wasn't a bride. Not like she had cold feet, like there just...wasn't a bride. I don't remember if I had to choose someone, or if I was just stupid enough to throw myself a bride-less wedding. I have no idea how to interpret that. Should I get my butt out there and find someone (I mean, I'm 19, I have a ways ahead of me)? Should I wait it out (hopefully not til I'm 40), so there might actually be a bride? Not sure. I think I'll know when I feel it. That's my two cents. I think I'm gonna try to sleep now...
That has to be it. Kid freaking Cudi. And "Pursuit of Happiness," that song about how he'll be fine when he achieves happiness. I mean, come on! That guy has one of the most recognizable names on the planet right now. He has....everything. If a guy like that can honestly say that he's not happy, what does that say about the average person? Maybe he just smokes way too much weed...yea that's definitely it.
In the meanwhile, I decided to creep the living crap out of my own facebook. I looked at all of my pictures, videos, notes. Man, have I lived. But there's also plenty more living to go.
Also, a couple of days ago, I had a dream/nightmare. I was at my wedding. But there wasn't a bride. Not like she had cold feet, like there just...wasn't a bride. I don't remember if I had to choose someone, or if I was just stupid enough to throw myself a bride-less wedding. I have no idea how to interpret that. Should I get my butt out there and find someone (I mean, I'm 19, I have a ways ahead of me)? Should I wait it out (hopefully not til I'm 40), so there might actually be a bride? Not sure. I think I'll know when I feel it. That's my two cents. I think I'm gonna try to sleep now...
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Techno Music
So I ended up going to Techfest yesterday, and not Saturday. Basically, it changed my life. I think going to Techfest is something that every human being has to experience once in their life, like how people talk about going to Alaska.
I mean, take all that I'm about to say as more than "Oh, it's because he was as high as a kite," because I'm being serious. Everything starts with the bass. The bass was everything. You could see the rhythm of the bass in everyone else around you. It was like a trance. Everything that you did...spoke, walk, think...can't happen without the bass. Like I said, it was just...everything. I can't wait to go again next year.
Even better, the night before, we unleashed the Amigo for the summer season! I don't think I've had a better car ride since last summer. Plenty more to come this summer. Plus, you know the Amigo's back when you have whiplash.
So today is June 1st. May is over. I can't believe it. I'm not entirely sure if it went by slow or fast. I just know that it feels weird that its over. Maybe it's because the times really are changing. I start my job for real tomorrow, I have to begin to try selling my car, and the roomates and I have already begun our adventure looking for furniture and accessories for the apartment for August. There's a lot to look forward to, but there's just as many responisibilities coming this way to. And here...we...GO!
I mean, take all that I'm about to say as more than "Oh, it's because he was as high as a kite," because I'm being serious. Everything starts with the bass. The bass was everything. You could see the rhythm of the bass in everyone else around you. It was like a trance. Everything that you did...spoke, walk, think...can't happen without the bass. Like I said, it was just...everything. I can't wait to go again next year.
Even better, the night before, we unleashed the Amigo for the summer season! I don't think I've had a better car ride since last summer. Plenty more to come this summer. Plus, you know the Amigo's back when you have whiplash.
So today is June 1st. May is over. I can't believe it. I'm not entirely sure if it went by slow or fast. I just know that it feels weird that its over. Maybe it's because the times really are changing. I start my job for real tomorrow, I have to begin to try selling my car, and the roomates and I have already begun our adventure looking for furniture and accessories for the apartment for August. There's a lot to look forward to, but there's just as many responisibilities coming this way to. And here...we...GO!
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