Hey everyone. Its extremely late, especially for you Michiganders, but I'm pretty much done with the homework that has taken up about 90 percent of my day today.
"Really?" you ask. "Could one really have 5 straight hours of accounting homework in one sitting, and just beginning only their second week of school?" Yes. And your an ass for rubbing it in my face.
This weekend was pretty fun. Didn't do to much on Friday. Said goodbye to most of my family. My mother kind of choked back on her tears when she told me about keeping in touch. She didn't cry last year. I wonder if she's as worried about me as I am.
Saturday was wicked awesome. We played tennis, went swimming, I got extremely sunburnt, then Jacob and I went downtown to my cousin's football game, then to a friend's house for a good party. I think the weekend's are going to be so much more of a survival thing for me than they were last year.
Today, like I said, I did homework. We went to the Holy Cross dinner as Jordan's guests, and we probably made the unlucky gentleman who sat with us feel really bad. I could not help but cry everytime Jacob muttered something under his breath. That was probably one of the best dinners I've had in a long time. And I'm not talking about the food.
I was thinking about some people that I used to be good friends with and, obviously, the case is not the same anymore. Like any other person, I creeped on these people's pictures, and all of them seemed to be very happy. I could not be more ecstatic for these people, and though they might feel sad about our friendship's sharply declining, I'm glad people move on like they do. The topic saddens me, like most things that I write on here, but I find it safer than trying to connect again with these people. Its been too long.
But then I'm reminded of a quote that one of these friends once told me. "People are put in and out of our lives for certain reasons." I was blessed with this quote last summer, when I stupidly believed that I would be easily forgotten once I left for school. What I loved about the quote was that it didn't mean that people WOULDN'T forget me...sometimes its possible for you to not be as important to a person as they are to you....but that everyone you will ever come across was supposed to be there, and no matter how they affected you, they served their purpose. It doesn't matter if it was not enough, too much, or not the way you wanted it to be...that's just how things work out, and it's life...in general.
Well, like I mentioned before, its gotten pretty late and if I'm going to get any sleep its going to be right now. Glad I got to be philisophical for the first time in a while. Goodnight.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
So Long Sweet Summer
Once again, it has been awhile. I'd like to apologize to Dave Weyland, and no one else. School, setting things up, and getting to see everyone again is keeping me super busy, and I'm guessing that the weekend will keep me just as busy. Anyway:
Lots of stuff that need updating. Move in went well. It took a day and a half for my bed to come in (I had to spoon with Jacob for a night <3), my desk will probably be coming in tomorrow (I've been doing homework on the floor), but we finally got a television, and the apartment is big and spacious. I think we really lucked out this year. One of the funniest things was having all of us sitting on the floor in my room during the first night. It was ironic that we had all of this extra space to use, but instead we were cramped up in the corner of a bedroom.
School has been gay. And will continue to be gay. I don't really want to talk about it.
Seeing everyone again has been INCREDIBLE. It felt like coming home after a long time away, when everyone is calling and texting, just wanting to see you again. It really took off the stress of starting another school year. Knowing that this will probably happen everytime I go to my real home and everytime I come back here is one of the best feelings in the world.
Having said that, leaving was not anywhere near as bad as last year. Minimal tears were shed, and pretty much everything that needed to be said, was. I guess I can't really continue without an excerpt of that period that meant a lot to me:
After the guys left (they were all parked on my street), I did a fantastic job of holding back any emotions as I walked back up the driveway. I went into my room and sat down on my bed. As soon as my rear hit the mattress, Lexie texted me, which was ironic because she was going through relatively the exact same thing. As I went on facebook (what else is new?), Jake chatted me saying that he already missed me. I couldn't help but ask what he was going to do without me around all the time (we would always be slumming around during the afternoons when everyone else worked). It made me sad and happy at the same time when he said he honestly didn't know. Before he signed off, I thanked him....just for....everything. I don't even really know. Without missing a beat, he said "no problem." Like, he knew what I was trying to say. I honestly couldn't hold back any emotions at that point. I think I'm done talking about this.
Um. Well the weekend will consist of seeing and hanging around with more people. Should be a good time. I know some people are looking for more in this blog but they can forget it. HEY GUESS WHAT. I have homework. See ya.
Lots of stuff that need updating. Move in went well. It took a day and a half for my bed to come in (I had to spoon with Jacob for a night <3), my desk will probably be coming in tomorrow (I've been doing homework on the floor), but we finally got a television, and the apartment is big and spacious. I think we really lucked out this year. One of the funniest things was having all of us sitting on the floor in my room during the first night. It was ironic that we had all of this extra space to use, but instead we were cramped up in the corner of a bedroom.
School has been gay. And will continue to be gay. I don't really want to talk about it.
Seeing everyone again has been INCREDIBLE. It felt like coming home after a long time away, when everyone is calling and texting, just wanting to see you again. It really took off the stress of starting another school year. Knowing that this will probably happen everytime I go to my real home and everytime I come back here is one of the best feelings in the world.
Having said that, leaving was not anywhere near as bad as last year. Minimal tears were shed, and pretty much everything that needed to be said, was. I guess I can't really continue without an excerpt of that period that meant a lot to me:
After the guys left (they were all parked on my street), I did a fantastic job of holding back any emotions as I walked back up the driveway. I went into my room and sat down on my bed. As soon as my rear hit the mattress, Lexie texted me, which was ironic because she was going through relatively the exact same thing. As I went on facebook (what else is new?), Jake chatted me saying that he already missed me. I couldn't help but ask what he was going to do without me around all the time (we would always be slumming around during the afternoons when everyone else worked). It made me sad and happy at the same time when he said he honestly didn't know. Before he signed off, I thanked him....just for....everything. I don't even really know. Without missing a beat, he said "no problem." Like, he knew what I was trying to say. I honestly couldn't hold back any emotions at that point. I think I'm done talking about this.
Um. Well the weekend will consist of seeing and hanging around with more people. Should be a good time. I know some people are looking for more in this blog but they can forget it. HEY GUESS WHAT. I have homework. See ya.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
You Know That It Meant Everything to Me
I think I had this one coming.
So this is my last weekend home and its going great so far. I'm glad to be done with work, and I'm excited to head back to school.
But today I was playing basketball with Randall, and we were talking about everything when we were shooting around. Randall asked me how many close friends I had. Naturally, I said 5. He sounded surprised that I had that many. And after I went home for a little bit, it really got me thinking about just how many people I've almost entirely cut ties with in the span of a year. The people that I met years ago and basically got me through my boring high school. The people that don't deserve such treatment. Last year, before I left, I made a facebook note called Memories, and asked everyone to write just one memory that the two of us shared. It ended up getting like 60 or 70 comments, most starting off with "Just one memory? Nice try." The first time I read the all the comments in their entirety, I must have cried for a whole night.
Last summer, everything ended the way I wanted it to end. I had a huge bonfire about a week before, and everyone who I wanted to show up did, which totaled about 70ish people throughout the whole night. Basically, I got in all the goodbyes that I needed to get in, and when I left, as sad as it was, I felt that just....complete. There was nothing I could have done to make those last two weeks better.
Having said that, ever since then, I feel like I've dedicated myself to keeping a distance from a lot of people, even if the same people try to make an effort to not be. I feel like those people deserve an apology, and I'd like to take the time to say what needs to be said. Here goes nothing...or everything I have left.
I think I mine as well start with family, particularly my dad. The other day we crossed paths in the house and I couldn't think of any sports news to talk about off the top of my head, so nothing was said. Its sad to think that about 90% of our conversations are about sports, and I'm also sorry that I was never really around the house as much as I've been this summer.
To all of the people that I hung out a lot with in high school and last summer:
Buckner: At my bonfire, you said that we would never probably never see each other again. At the time, I thought of how ridiculous the idea of that seemed, and now I'm sitting here, realizing that that was the last time I saw you. I really wished we would have gotten to bowl or do something this summer. If we never see each other again, the best of luck to you, and keep listening to that good music. The same goes to Drew. I miss you guys.
Tito: A couple of weeks ago, I told you that we would finally meet up and utilize your bowling discount. That turned about to be a lie. I feel like after we saw each other so much at all of those grad parties and misc. hang outs, you deserved a call from me. I'm apparently a liar, and you and Buck will definitely be getting a shout out from me next summer.
Rosner, Matteo, and Ian: You guys made AP World History bearable. We saw each other sparingly last year, but somehow I managed to visit two of you up at State over Christmas break. That was a fun time, and I even think that we were supposed to go to Canada. I wish I would've been able to go with you guys. It would have been a blast.
To all of the Dave's not named Weyland: Man, have I missed you guys. Davey, luckily I got to see you last Thursday at Stacey's. That was probably the second time I've seen you all summer, as opposed to last year when we saw each other everyday. I've known you almost the longest out of anyone in the Twp., and the times that I did see you, I cherished it. Dickson, I haven't seen you since my bonfire either. You were going to be at the slip and slide before it got cancelled. I feel like a higher power was always in the way of letting us hang out. Haha. Anyways, you're going to hang out with Weyland and me sometime next summer, whether you or Buddha or whoever wants us to or not. Dave B., I was so happy to see you at Taco Bell a couple of months ago! Catching up was great, and I wish we could have talked more. There were several classes in high school in which you were the only person I could talked to, and I would've died without. I thank you for that.
All of the cross country guys, particular Jeff, Jon, and Lucas, how the hell have we not done anything this summer? You guys were literally the first people I met when I moved north, and I'm forever greatful for you guys taking me under your wing. I'll never forget the hundreds of inside jokes we had, and I hope we can all do something when December rolls around.
The AMC people! Man, we threw some great parties. I think Peter put it best: it's weird meeting some of the coolest people ever, at one of the worst jobs ever. We hung out a couple times the beginning of the summer, and it kind of died down after that. I wish it hadn't. Last year, about 3 days before I left, there was a gathering of us at Steak and Shake, where I got to say goodbye to everyone. It was so fitting. I wish we would've done that again this year, and I apologize for you guys always having to be the ones that call me when you make plans, and not the other way around.
Christian, we had so many plans before summer started, and I bitched out on pretty much everything. I don't think there's anything I could do to reverse that, and I don't think I deserve forgiveness. I'm sorry.
To Sara, Kelly, Jess, Carol, Danielle, and all of the girls. We hung out about 3 or 4 times a week last summer, and that was reduced to about 3 or 4 times every 2 months. I think this was a combination of us all being busy, and me leaving. Sometimes one person leaving can screw up a friendship, and I'm blame myself for not keeping in touch as much as I should have. The day after Christmas, the girls and the guys met up for Secret Santa. That was the last time we all hung out. The guys left early, and we each came up with a different excuse when we left. I never thanked you guys for inviting us all to do that with you, and you all deserved better. To Sara inparticular, I'm sorry that you think that the only people that care about you are at Central. I apologize for not giving myself enough chances to prove you wrong, because I know you are.
Dragan, you were probably one of my first best friends after I moved north. Thanks for keeping me company on the bus all of those years. I hate that we only saw each other 4 or 5 times all summer, and it makes me even more upset that I didn't even get to say goodbye when you left this year. Last year when you left was the first of many times I cried that summer, and as sad as it was, I wish we could have been able to say goodbye again. I already can't wait for the next Hello. Love you, dude.
This is where it gets even tougher.
Jake and Phil, I feel like when I'm around you guys, I don't talk as much as I do when I'm around the others. I wish it didn't take me 3 years to figure that out, but no one's perfect. Thanks for calling when you guys would get bored, and Phil, you better be ready in time for the big bash in December.
Tony, I feel like after all of the in depth conversations we've had in the car and wherever else, you've done the majority of talking, and I've done most of the listening. From my perspective, that's not fair to you, and I apologize. I think its because I feel like if I dive into my thoughts, you'll think less of me. You told me the other night that you were amazed at how cool I was with going back to Texas, and not too worried about anything. The truth is that I'm really freaking out. I always am. I just don't show it. I don't know what this semester will do to me, and frankly, I don't want to know. I'm going to have no money, the hardest classes, and the most responsibilities I've ever had. Things will be harder than ever, and so I'm finding that the best way is to just pretend nothing is wrong. I doubt you'll read this, so I'm going to find it as one my top priorities to do before I leave to tell you in person.
Dave, I can't apologize, but rather just be plain sorry, that you had to live up north all summer. That's not what you wanted, and you've handled it wonderfully. I do apologize, however, that I told you that this was going to be the best summer of our lives. That was a lie and a hope that my adolescent self had created. I never answered your question to this, but I do think its possible for a group of people to keep in touch for a lifetime. I haven't done it yet, but I'm just saying that I believe it can happen.
Mike, my best friend. I feel like we haven't had a heart to heart or teary moment in a long long time, but I think its because we already know now just how much we care about each other, so there's no need for a lot of those anymore. If you do feel the need to have one, though, I'll always be a phone call away at the furthest.
I doubt many will see this, or reach this point in this essay (people say that to feel sorry for themselves, but this is a fact) but I think this is the best way to do so, since texting or calling someone to say this would be awkward. This took me 3 days to write, and I'm giving you a cyber high five if you made it to this penguin below.
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Okay that's enough. I doubt I'll write anymore before I leave on Thursday, so I'll catch all of you on the flip side.
So this is my last weekend home and its going great so far. I'm glad to be done with work, and I'm excited to head back to school.
But today I was playing basketball with Randall, and we were talking about everything when we were shooting around. Randall asked me how many close friends I had. Naturally, I said 5. He sounded surprised that I had that many. And after I went home for a little bit, it really got me thinking about just how many people I've almost entirely cut ties with in the span of a year. The people that I met years ago and basically got me through my boring high school. The people that don't deserve such treatment. Last year, before I left, I made a facebook note called Memories, and asked everyone to write just one memory that the two of us shared. It ended up getting like 60 or 70 comments, most starting off with "Just one memory? Nice try." The first time I read the all the comments in their entirety, I must have cried for a whole night.
Last summer, everything ended the way I wanted it to end. I had a huge bonfire about a week before, and everyone who I wanted to show up did, which totaled about 70ish people throughout the whole night. Basically, I got in all the goodbyes that I needed to get in, and when I left, as sad as it was, I felt that just....complete. There was nothing I could have done to make those last two weeks better.
Having said that, ever since then, I feel like I've dedicated myself to keeping a distance from a lot of people, even if the same people try to make an effort to not be. I feel like those people deserve an apology, and I'd like to take the time to say what needs to be said. Here goes nothing...or everything I have left.
I think I mine as well start with family, particularly my dad. The other day we crossed paths in the house and I couldn't think of any sports news to talk about off the top of my head, so nothing was said. Its sad to think that about 90% of our conversations are about sports, and I'm also sorry that I was never really around the house as much as I've been this summer.
To all of the people that I hung out a lot with in high school and last summer:
Buckner: At my bonfire, you said that we would never probably never see each other again. At the time, I thought of how ridiculous the idea of that seemed, and now I'm sitting here, realizing that that was the last time I saw you. I really wished we would have gotten to bowl or do something this summer. If we never see each other again, the best of luck to you, and keep listening to that good music. The same goes to Drew. I miss you guys.
Tito: A couple of weeks ago, I told you that we would finally meet up and utilize your bowling discount. That turned about to be a lie. I feel like after we saw each other so much at all of those grad parties and misc. hang outs, you deserved a call from me. I'm apparently a liar, and you and Buck will definitely be getting a shout out from me next summer.
Rosner, Matteo, and Ian: You guys made AP World History bearable. We saw each other sparingly last year, but somehow I managed to visit two of you up at State over Christmas break. That was a fun time, and I even think that we were supposed to go to Canada. I wish I would've been able to go with you guys. It would have been a blast.
To all of the Dave's not named Weyland: Man, have I missed you guys. Davey, luckily I got to see you last Thursday at Stacey's. That was probably the second time I've seen you all summer, as opposed to last year when we saw each other everyday. I've known you almost the longest out of anyone in the Twp., and the times that I did see you, I cherished it. Dickson, I haven't seen you since my bonfire either. You were going to be at the slip and slide before it got cancelled. I feel like a higher power was always in the way of letting us hang out. Haha. Anyways, you're going to hang out with Weyland and me sometime next summer, whether you or Buddha or whoever wants us to or not. Dave B., I was so happy to see you at Taco Bell a couple of months ago! Catching up was great, and I wish we could have talked more. There were several classes in high school in which you were the only person I could talked to, and I would've died without. I thank you for that.
All of the cross country guys, particular Jeff, Jon, and Lucas, how the hell have we not done anything this summer? You guys were literally the first people I met when I moved north, and I'm forever greatful for you guys taking me under your wing. I'll never forget the hundreds of inside jokes we had, and I hope we can all do something when December rolls around.
The AMC people! Man, we threw some great parties. I think Peter put it best: it's weird meeting some of the coolest people ever, at one of the worst jobs ever. We hung out a couple times the beginning of the summer, and it kind of died down after that. I wish it hadn't. Last year, about 3 days before I left, there was a gathering of us at Steak and Shake, where I got to say goodbye to everyone. It was so fitting. I wish we would've done that again this year, and I apologize for you guys always having to be the ones that call me when you make plans, and not the other way around.
Christian, we had so many plans before summer started, and I bitched out on pretty much everything. I don't think there's anything I could do to reverse that, and I don't think I deserve forgiveness. I'm sorry.
To Sara, Kelly, Jess, Carol, Danielle, and all of the girls. We hung out about 3 or 4 times a week last summer, and that was reduced to about 3 or 4 times every 2 months. I think this was a combination of us all being busy, and me leaving. Sometimes one person leaving can screw up a friendship, and I'm blame myself for not keeping in touch as much as I should have. The day after Christmas, the girls and the guys met up for Secret Santa. That was the last time we all hung out. The guys left early, and we each came up with a different excuse when we left. I never thanked you guys for inviting us all to do that with you, and you all deserved better. To Sara inparticular, I'm sorry that you think that the only people that care about you are at Central. I apologize for not giving myself enough chances to prove you wrong, because I know you are.
Dragan, you were probably one of my first best friends after I moved north. Thanks for keeping me company on the bus all of those years. I hate that we only saw each other 4 or 5 times all summer, and it makes me even more upset that I didn't even get to say goodbye when you left this year. Last year when you left was the first of many times I cried that summer, and as sad as it was, I wish we could have been able to say goodbye again. I already can't wait for the next Hello. Love you, dude.
This is where it gets even tougher.
Jake and Phil, I feel like when I'm around you guys, I don't talk as much as I do when I'm around the others. I wish it didn't take me 3 years to figure that out, but no one's perfect. Thanks for calling when you guys would get bored, and Phil, you better be ready in time for the big bash in December.
Tony, I feel like after all of the in depth conversations we've had in the car and wherever else, you've done the majority of talking, and I've done most of the listening. From my perspective, that's not fair to you, and I apologize. I think its because I feel like if I dive into my thoughts, you'll think less of me. You told me the other night that you were amazed at how cool I was with going back to Texas, and not too worried about anything. The truth is that I'm really freaking out. I always am. I just don't show it. I don't know what this semester will do to me, and frankly, I don't want to know. I'm going to have no money, the hardest classes, and the most responsibilities I've ever had. Things will be harder than ever, and so I'm finding that the best way is to just pretend nothing is wrong. I doubt you'll read this, so I'm going to find it as one my top priorities to do before I leave to tell you in person.
Dave, I can't apologize, but rather just be plain sorry, that you had to live up north all summer. That's not what you wanted, and you've handled it wonderfully. I do apologize, however, that I told you that this was going to be the best summer of our lives. That was a lie and a hope that my adolescent self had created. I never answered your question to this, but I do think its possible for a group of people to keep in touch for a lifetime. I haven't done it yet, but I'm just saying that I believe it can happen.
Mike, my best friend. I feel like we haven't had a heart to heart or teary moment in a long long time, but I think its because we already know now just how much we care about each other, so there's no need for a lot of those anymore. If you do feel the need to have one, though, I'll always be a phone call away at the furthest.
I doubt many will see this, or reach this point in this essay (people say that to feel sorry for themselves, but this is a fact) but I think this is the best way to do so, since texting or calling someone to say this would be awkward. This took me 3 days to write, and I'm giving you a cyber high five if you made it to this penguin below.
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Okay that's enough. I doubt I'll write anymore before I leave on Thursday, so I'll catch all of you on the flip side.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sweet Like Candy to My Soul
There are few things better than the end of a long work week. And that's what's happening right now. Twas long. But I never said it sucked. Far from that.
Tuesday was one of the best days of summer. Just being out and about from 8 in the morning until whenever the hell we got home was enough for me to call it a good day. Even better that I was at TWO Tiger's game. Even better than I was with my best friends. Even better that I ripped my work pants (always has been a goal of mine). I can't think how the day could've been any more splendid.
Today is my friend Phillip's 21st birthday. How exciting. I told my mom today and she asked if I was excited now that he could buy the rest of us booze. I laughed. Nervously. Very nervously.
Even though the bash of the summer that we were supposed to have on Saturday was cancelled, Phil said we will still have a Christmas break bash upon my return. I already cannot wait. You're totally invited.
Also, on the eve of his birthday, I spent yesterday evening having the best conversation with him and his family in his kitchen. It was great. It's weird to think that it's been almost three months since I was jumping around that kitchen, ecstatic for the summer to start. Time flies when your're...not dead...? I'm not sure.
Now that Thursday is over, there are only 13 days left til Austin. Also, now that Thursday is over, and I'm still in this house, it makes me miss Thirsty Thrusdays in Austin.
Don't ask me why, but I stumpled (literally stumbled...I fell onto my computer and it opened to this website) onto this article on askmen.com about young men growing up in their 20's. Like, how your you're going to come out of college at the bottom of the totem pole all over again. Yet, you're still going to find time to go to the bar with co-workers and stuff at the end of the week and other activities and its going to be the best years of your life blah blah blah. Sounds like a trip. It also went on about how your finances are going to suck because you're in debt, and the only thing I could wonder about is how bad it could be in 6 years if I already scrapping for every penny now.
The article finally went on to your love life and how you're supposed to date a crap ton of women in order to find out what you want for a wife. I'm sorry, but that's dumb. Going through all of those people is just going to tell you what you DON'T want in your ideal partner. Then you get picky. Then you're an asshole. Then you're lonely. Boom. Chain reaction.
Jay Leno must have been one ugly kid. His head/chin is HUGE.
I also thought of what would be a really good tv show. One that I would actually watch. But I am so ridiculously tired. So you're going to have to ask me about it privately.
My eyes hurt because they're open. Goodnight. Luh you.
Tuesday was one of the best days of summer. Just being out and about from 8 in the morning until whenever the hell we got home was enough for me to call it a good day. Even better that I was at TWO Tiger's game. Even better than I was with my best friends. Even better that I ripped my work pants (always has been a goal of mine). I can't think how the day could've been any more splendid.
Today is my friend Phillip's 21st birthday. How exciting. I told my mom today and she asked if I was excited now that he could buy the rest of us booze. I laughed. Nervously. Very nervously.
Even though the bash of the summer that we were supposed to have on Saturday was cancelled, Phil said we will still have a Christmas break bash upon my return. I already cannot wait. You're totally invited.
Also, on the eve of his birthday, I spent yesterday evening having the best conversation with him and his family in his kitchen. It was great. It's weird to think that it's been almost three months since I was jumping around that kitchen, ecstatic for the summer to start. Time flies when your're...not dead...? I'm not sure.
Now that Thursday is over, there are only 13 days left til Austin. Also, now that Thursday is over, and I'm still in this house, it makes me miss Thirsty Thrusdays in Austin.
Don't ask me why, but I stumpled (literally stumbled...I fell onto my computer and it opened to this website) onto this article on askmen.com about young men growing up in their 20's. Like, how your you're going to come out of college at the bottom of the totem pole all over again. Yet, you're still going to find time to go to the bar with co-workers and stuff at the end of the week and other activities and its going to be the best years of your life blah blah blah. Sounds like a trip. It also went on about how your finances are going to suck because you're in debt, and the only thing I could wonder about is how bad it could be in 6 years if I already scrapping for every penny now.
The article finally went on to your love life and how you're supposed to date a crap ton of women in order to find out what you want for a wife. I'm sorry, but that's dumb. Going through all of those people is just going to tell you what you DON'T want in your ideal partner. Then you get picky. Then you're an asshole. Then you're lonely. Boom. Chain reaction.
Jay Leno must have been one ugly kid. His head/chin is HUGE.
I also thought of what would be a really good tv show. One that I would actually watch. But I am so ridiculously tired. So you're going to have to ask me about it privately.
My eyes hurt because they're open. Goodnight. Luh you.
Monday, August 2, 2010
We'll Be Miles Apart
Ok well I've become a total liar and procrastinator with this blog. So its basically just transforming into my real self. Awesome.
So yea, up until Thursday my week had sucked hard. All work and no play makes Evan's life blow. After work on Thursday was over, I was ecstatic to go to what was left of the mission trip and finally have a life again. Tearing apart that house was a blast. And it was even better with some cool people there. But frankly, I got about 25 hours of sleep from Sunday night to Thursday night, so by Friday night I had turned into Sleeping Beauty.
Saturday night, I had the guys over mi casa. I think it was cool how we had planned to make a bonfire in the backyard, but decided to sit on our asses around the kitchen table instead, just talking about memories and other random stuff. And I thought to myself "you can't duplicate this anywhere else." I'm sure going to miss simple things like that.
Today was the first time the 6 of us have all been in the same spot in recent memory. That made today a good day.
On Tuesday, the Tiger's are having a double header, and we're going to both games! You know what they say, "If you're gonna be in downtown Detroit the whole day, bring your camera." And that is exactly how that is going to go down.
Um...not in a very philisophical mood right now. More like happy. But I gurantee that the sooner August 19th comes (I'm flying down! Not driving!), the sooner I'm going to get all teary and philisophical.
But for now, I'm tired. Goodnight.
So yea, up until Thursday my week had sucked hard. All work and no play makes Evan's life blow. After work on Thursday was over, I was ecstatic to go to what was left of the mission trip and finally have a life again. Tearing apart that house was a blast. And it was even better with some cool people there. But frankly, I got about 25 hours of sleep from Sunday night to Thursday night, so by Friday night I had turned into Sleeping Beauty.
Saturday night, I had the guys over mi casa. I think it was cool how we had planned to make a bonfire in the backyard, but decided to sit on our asses around the kitchen table instead, just talking about memories and other random stuff. And I thought to myself "you can't duplicate this anywhere else." I'm sure going to miss simple things like that.
Today was the first time the 6 of us have all been in the same spot in recent memory. That made today a good day.
On Tuesday, the Tiger's are having a double header, and we're going to both games! You know what they say, "If you're gonna be in downtown Detroit the whole day, bring your camera." And that is exactly how that is going to go down.
Um...not in a very philisophical mood right now. More like happy. But I gurantee that the sooner August 19th comes (I'm flying down! Not driving!), the sooner I'm going to get all teary and philisophical.
But for now, I'm tired. Goodnight.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Can I Lie With You in Your Grave?
Another entry tomorrow. Pinky Promise. In the meantime, this is a good song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-p3B9aW8YKk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-p3B9aW8YKk
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