Well. Today is Day 1 of the worst week of summer, so I mine as well start blogging about it now.
So I work Monday through Thurday (again), but at least two of the days start at 8am and not 6. The really sad part is that half of us have left for the Mission Experience thing, and the other two most likely have much better plans for the week that don't involve Evan. Summer has really started to suck in the last 2 weeks.
To make things even better, August 7th has gone completely down the drain. The slip and slide got moved to Sunday, which makes it not as fun, and that whole weekend that was supposed to be dedicated to celebrating a 21st birthday is going to be just another weekend now. Awesome.
All I really want to do now is fit in one last photoshoot with all of us (no homo). After that, I don't see anything getting in the way between me and Austin (the city, not the person).
For as much financial debt I am going to be in during the course of the next 10 months, I do think its worth it to just be on my own again for a while. And I am going to be in a shitton of debt. I can't wait. Speaking of this, if one of you Toppers believe that you're going to end the year with almost $300 to spare in your meal plan (I know I did last year), feel free to donate to the "Help Evan and Sam and Jordan and Jacob eat, but mainly just Evan" charity fund. If you expect some sort of return out of this, Sam has a reward that is inappropriate for this blog. But its still a reward. Don't forget that.
I think I've figured another part of me out. I live in two completely different worlds. Everytime I switch to one place, I begin to miss the other place extremely. Its a shit life.
On the plus side, the drive and/or flight to Austin shouldn't be bad. I only have a bag of clothes and a small TV to bring. Everything else...beds, drawers, tables, chairs, my thinking cap...is already down there. Good deal.
Um. There's a full moon shining in through my window right now. I kind of want to go outside and look at it. But I hate going outside my house at night, alone. I think I've mentioned that. Oh shit. My mom just told me to put the windows up in my car. Which is outside. Fuck me.
(Goes out and puts the windows down.)
God that was scary. I only left my windows down because I thought I would be using my car again tonight. But clearly, I forgot that I don't have a life anymore.
My haircut turned out well! I look like I'm from the 90's. I'm just gonna start telling people that that's what I was going for. Hopefully I won't need another one until I get back here.
Um. The title. The other day, George sent me one of those forwarded messages that I (usually) hate. But this one was about growing up. I don't remember a lot of it, since I deleted it like the idiot I am, but I thought this line was cool. So there's no need to google it, David.
Ok. I'm not going to bed, but I need to not look at a computer for a little bit. Expect my company again soon.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
You Shine So Brightly in the Dark
Whoo! I'm back. Sorry about the long ass wait. I've been wicked busy the last week. Let's see what I can make of this.
Well. You already know that I had to work from Monday to Thursday. That sucked a fatty. I was either working or sleeping. Made no plans at all. Couldn't even answer my phone. Straight depressing.
Well once I got home from work on Thursday, life suddenly got amazing. I took like a million hour nap and got to see Inception at midnight (ILL movie).
Friday night was spent in Ann Arbor. Someone once told me that its the same as Austin. But Austin is a lot better, for the record.
In regards to Austin and Ann Arbor, I think one of the coolest things about college is having like a 15 minute conversation with someone that you know you're never going to come across again. And when you're done talking about God knows what, and one of you has to go, you just say "Good luck." But good luck with what? Getting out of the party alive? The incoming semester you were talking about? The rest of your life? It seems like not a big deal, but to me, it just makes me feel like there's so much more that's stored in that "Good Luck" than what you'd expect.
Yesterday, Michael and I went to see Demetri Martin. It was a hilarious show, and it went for 2 hours. Nuts. The jokes he was improvising were awesome. That guy is a genius.
After the show I went to a party with Jake and Tony that got "broken" up about 20 minutes after our arrival. Weak sauce.
I feel like I should be getting philisophical at this point. But I can't think of much. Oh snap. Wait a second. So Tony and I were driving to Ann Arbor on Friday and we talked about pretty much everything in our lives. "Pretty much everything" is an understatement. We talked about everything. Friends, school, the epic looking National Coney Island in Royal Oak, women, the works. I found out that its funny how much you can learn about yourself in a deep conversation. I figured out to myself that with all of the mistakes I made in my friendships throughout high school, I matured and made them the way I should in Austin. Keeping your loyalty to a select few, so that you end up hurting no one. That's a lot better, than, you know, hurting people.
Back during Spring Break, Tony and I stayed up late after a party, and he told me he respected me for being a closed door with everyone, even my closest friends. I don't know what it is. I like to think a lot, but I don't like trying to convey everything into words with people. My thoughts to word ratio is way off. I mean, as long I don't feel like sharing all of my thoughts will haunt me for the rest of my years, I'll be okay. Right?
Anyways, it really got me thinking to living in Austin for the majority of next summer. What I've learned the most from the summer is that this place is honestly the best, but only for a certain period of time. Say, 2 months. And a week. That's when I figured that its time to go back to school.
However, I leave in exactly a month from tomorrow. All of the things that I've mentioned in previous posts about what I would like to do, they still haven't occured yet. Those are really the only things that are getting me through these last 32 days. I'm ready. I still haven't said those words aloud, so nothing counts.
I'm getting a small haircut tomorrow from Sara's mom. The last and only haircut of the summer. Not a mohawk like we all planned on getting, but enough to get me by.
Also, Mike played some of Say Anything's new stuff in the car yesterday. One song is called "Do Better," which is awesome and makes me feel like I'm in a movie whenever I listen to it. A lyric from it is actually my title for this. And I would post a video of it, but you all know that I have no idea how to do this.
I wish I could be more philisophical, but I guess saying too much be diminishing everything I've been saying. Blah! Glad I got everything out.
Time to go hang with cool people. Uhh. Text me.
Well. You already know that I had to work from Monday to Thursday. That sucked a fatty. I was either working or sleeping. Made no plans at all. Couldn't even answer my phone. Straight depressing.
Well once I got home from work on Thursday, life suddenly got amazing. I took like a million hour nap and got to see Inception at midnight (ILL movie).
Friday night was spent in Ann Arbor. Someone once told me that its the same as Austin. But Austin is a lot better, for the record.
In regards to Austin and Ann Arbor, I think one of the coolest things about college is having like a 15 minute conversation with someone that you know you're never going to come across again. And when you're done talking about God knows what, and one of you has to go, you just say "Good luck." But good luck with what? Getting out of the party alive? The incoming semester you were talking about? The rest of your life? It seems like not a big deal, but to me, it just makes me feel like there's so much more that's stored in that "Good Luck" than what you'd expect.
Yesterday, Michael and I went to see Demetri Martin. It was a hilarious show, and it went for 2 hours. Nuts. The jokes he was improvising were awesome. That guy is a genius.
After the show I went to a party with Jake and Tony that got "broken" up about 20 minutes after our arrival. Weak sauce.
I feel like I should be getting philisophical at this point. But I can't think of much. Oh snap. Wait a second. So Tony and I were driving to Ann Arbor on Friday and we talked about pretty much everything in our lives. "Pretty much everything" is an understatement. We talked about everything. Friends, school, the epic looking National Coney Island in Royal Oak, women, the works. I found out that its funny how much you can learn about yourself in a deep conversation. I figured out to myself that with all of the mistakes I made in my friendships throughout high school, I matured and made them the way I should in Austin. Keeping your loyalty to a select few, so that you end up hurting no one. That's a lot better, than, you know, hurting people.
Back during Spring Break, Tony and I stayed up late after a party, and he told me he respected me for being a closed door with everyone, even my closest friends. I don't know what it is. I like to think a lot, but I don't like trying to convey everything into words with people. My thoughts to word ratio is way off. I mean, as long I don't feel like sharing all of my thoughts will haunt me for the rest of my years, I'll be okay. Right?
Anyways, it really got me thinking to living in Austin for the majority of next summer. What I've learned the most from the summer is that this place is honestly the best, but only for a certain period of time. Say, 2 months. And a week. That's when I figured that its time to go back to school.
However, I leave in exactly a month from tomorrow. All of the things that I've mentioned in previous posts about what I would like to do, they still haven't occured yet. Those are really the only things that are getting me through these last 32 days. I'm ready. I still haven't said those words aloud, so nothing counts.
I'm getting a small haircut tomorrow from Sara's mom. The last and only haircut of the summer. Not a mohawk like we all planned on getting, but enough to get me by.
Also, Mike played some of Say Anything's new stuff in the car yesterday. One song is called "Do Better," which is awesome and makes me feel like I'm in a movie whenever I listen to it. A lyric from it is actually my title for this. And I would post a video of it, but you all know that I have no idea how to do this.
I wish I could be more philisophical, but I guess saying too much be diminishing everything I've been saying. Blah! Glad I got everything out.
Time to go hang with cool people. Uhh. Text me.
Monday, July 12, 2010
But No One's Ever There To Take You Home
To continue my bitching from the last post, I came up with a decent metaphor for what's going on in my life. Take a look.
Ok. So, once in a while, there was a really good party down in Austin. We would show up, wreck our havoc, get Whataburger, stay up late in the dorms, and pass out around 5. It was a great time. The next morning (or afternoon, whenever we woke up) we would go get the most GLORIOUS brunch from Hunt. And everyone you saw at brunch was at the party last night (On a side note, the greatest instance of one of these was Halloween, when everyone was still in their costumes when they went to eat. Sadly, my tights were ripping, so I had to change into actual clothes. It was so funny. Halloween was one of the best nights of my life). We would walk around, make sure everyone was "ok" and have fun wondering if anyone remembered how they got back to campus the night before. After brunch, we'd go back to the dorms, and if we got lucky, repeat the process. That's college pretty much summed up.
Anyways, I thought about it, and these adventures we'd have align perfectly with my summer(s). Last summer was the night before. The party. The time where you don't really know if life could get better than this. Sometimes you had no clue where you were, who you were talking to, where you'd be in 10 minutes, but, golly, you were having a ball. Skip the Whataburger and goofing around the dorms, and you get this summer. The morning/afternoon after. You finally wake up (come back home), see everyone again, talk about old times and how great they were, asking them how they've been since, what they're plans for the future are, etc. Basically nostalgia in a bottle. Then you'd go back into your room, and wonder what comes next. Last night was awesome. I wish I could go back, but man, it's nice to see everyone again. Boom.
On an even sadder note, today was the first of four days that I have to work in a row. And of course, the last day of this hell has me starting at 4am! I'll be dead at noon on Thursday. It's official. Please come to my funeral.
I wanted to post a song that's been stuck in my head for the last week, but I have no clue how to post videos. Sowwy.
Um. Did I mention I'm going to die? Its hard to believe that when school arrives, I'll be getting much more sleep. Speaking of which....goodnight.
Ok. So, once in a while, there was a really good party down in Austin. We would show up, wreck our havoc, get Whataburger, stay up late in the dorms, and pass out around 5. It was a great time. The next morning (or afternoon, whenever we woke up) we would go get the most GLORIOUS brunch from Hunt. And everyone you saw at brunch was at the party last night (On a side note, the greatest instance of one of these was Halloween, when everyone was still in their costumes when they went to eat. Sadly, my tights were ripping, so I had to change into actual clothes. It was so funny. Halloween was one of the best nights of my life). We would walk around, make sure everyone was "ok" and have fun wondering if anyone remembered how they got back to campus the night before. After brunch, we'd go back to the dorms, and if we got lucky, repeat the process. That's college pretty much summed up.
Anyways, I thought about it, and these adventures we'd have align perfectly with my summer(s). Last summer was the night before. The party. The time where you don't really know if life could get better than this. Sometimes you had no clue where you were, who you were talking to, where you'd be in 10 minutes, but, golly, you were having a ball. Skip the Whataburger and goofing around the dorms, and you get this summer. The morning/afternoon after. You finally wake up (come back home), see everyone again, talk about old times and how great they were, asking them how they've been since, what they're plans for the future are, etc. Basically nostalgia in a bottle. Then you'd go back into your room, and wonder what comes next. Last night was awesome. I wish I could go back, but man, it's nice to see everyone again. Boom.
On an even sadder note, today was the first of four days that I have to work in a row. And of course, the last day of this hell has me starting at 4am! I'll be dead at noon on Thursday. It's official. Please come to my funeral.
I wanted to post a song that's been stuck in my head for the last week, but I have no clue how to post videos. Sowwy.
Um. Did I mention I'm going to die? Its hard to believe that when school arrives, I'll be getting much more sleep. Speaking of which....goodnight.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
As if the Great Divide Could Swallow Me Whole...Ohh, How I'm Breaking Down
Man, the last couple days have been SHIT-TY with a capital POOP. I've literally been doing nothing except sleeping, eating, and sitting on my ass, staring at the facebook homepage for hours. What a life.
Work has killed me. No. Not me. Summer. Work has killed summer. Working at 6am has not been as fun as I thought it would be. As if I thought it would be fun. Hah.
This summer was supposed to be awesome. The times have been memorable, but not as fun as last year, in my opinion. I really thought about this today. Back when school was still going, I gave this summer so much hype, assuming that we'd have all the time in the world to hang out. I think we all just let our real lives get in the way. But the thing is, life always gets in the way. We just refused to do anything about it once summer arrived, and everyone came home from school. Work, family, other friends. I think we should have seen this coming.
Last summer, only half of us had jobs, only Phil had a girlfriend, and we had all the free time in the world to just hang around and be ourselves. Now we all have some sort of job or internship, more than half have had a girlfriend or at least some kind of beneficial friend in the last 2 months, and I don't believe the 6 of us have been all together since May. This isn't growing up though. This is keeping our priorities in line.
Who am I kidding though? Its still been a great time. Plus there's still August 7th, Demetri Martin stand up, and one day when all 6 of us are in town, I'd really like to go to "Mike's Bridge" and take a nice photoshoot of us. I'm in dire need of a fresh profile picture.
So, I found out my mom is hosting a baby shower in our backyard for a girl at her work on Sunday. Judging from how my dad accepted the news, I feel that I am the only one who finds this extremely bizarre. Needless to say, I will make other plans at the time. Not to be mean, I just find myself to be a little weirded out.
Shoot. I have to wake up for work in about 5 hours. I'm praying that I don't have to work on Sunday. A day off would be so enjoyable.
Hopefully a better post next time around. This one really S'd the D.
Work has killed me. No. Not me. Summer. Work has killed summer. Working at 6am has not been as fun as I thought it would be. As if I thought it would be fun. Hah.
This summer was supposed to be awesome. The times have been memorable, but not as fun as last year, in my opinion. I really thought about this today. Back when school was still going, I gave this summer so much hype, assuming that we'd have all the time in the world to hang out. I think we all just let our real lives get in the way. But the thing is, life always gets in the way. We just refused to do anything about it once summer arrived, and everyone came home from school. Work, family, other friends. I think we should have seen this coming.
Last summer, only half of us had jobs, only Phil had a girlfriend, and we had all the free time in the world to just hang around and be ourselves. Now we all have some sort of job or internship, more than half have had a girlfriend or at least some kind of beneficial friend in the last 2 months, and I don't believe the 6 of us have been all together since May. This isn't growing up though. This is keeping our priorities in line.
Who am I kidding though? Its still been a great time. Plus there's still August 7th, Demetri Martin stand up, and one day when all 6 of us are in town, I'd really like to go to "Mike's Bridge" and take a nice photoshoot of us. I'm in dire need of a fresh profile picture.
So, I found out my mom is hosting a baby shower in our backyard for a girl at her work on Sunday. Judging from how my dad accepted the news, I feel that I am the only one who finds this extremely bizarre. Needless to say, I will make other plans at the time. Not to be mean, I just find myself to be a little weirded out.
Shoot. I have to wake up for work in about 5 hours. I'm praying that I don't have to work on Sunday. A day off would be so enjoyable.
Hopefully a better post next time around. This one really S'd the D.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Funky Buttlovin
Hello. Its only been two days! Everyone, including me, has been hanging out with their families all day, so I have a night all to myself. Just me, this 60 inch tv, and my mother's Netflix account.
Yesterday. Was. Insane. Way too much partying. I'm gonna take life easy for awhile. Props to Phil for taking care of me and Jake from about midnight and on last night. Oh Phillip. He's a good friend. Someone who deserves more than what he gets. The world needs more Phillips.
Today, two of the closest families to us came over for the holiday. About 5 or 6 years ago, when we first moved in, my mom used to throw the biggest 4th of July party on the block. All of her friends and their families would come for the whole damn day, and a bunch of houses across the street would have a "works of fire" war, trying to outlast one another the whole night. It was great. Most people claim that it was a better show than what you get at the park.
If my memory serves me right, we stopped throwing the annual party about 2 years ago. Because the houses stopped shooting off the fireworks. I felt horrible for my mom. It always seemed like it was her biggest day. We would work so hard to get ready every year. Like last year, I wasn't even home for the 4th. Looking back, it makes me feel horrible.
But tonight, we were inside watching a movie, when we heard World War III going on outside. The fireworks were back! After, like, a three year absence. When it was all over, I turned to Mom and said, "We should do it again next year...the party. As long as we're still here, I think we can pull it off." She looked at me and smiled. I live for hopeful moments like those.
I finally logged on to my skype account for the first time this summer. I used that shit so much down at school. I think Sam wanted us to skype way back in May. Haha. I'll have to let him know.
I NEED TO SELL MY CAR. I'm such a lazy ass.
Mike. You and I shouldn't cry as much. It doesn't look good to people outside our friendship. People think we're gay.
Sara. You should cry more often. It can be good for you.
Sam. I don't know what the hell my skype name is. Just type in my name. It will show up under Shelby Township.
Lexie. I want you to know that up until this point, this blog took about 20 minutes to write. That was an hour ago. You frustrate me to the point that I have to stay up and watch Star Wars at 2 in the morning. But if it means a lot to you, I wish that I wasn't in (insert movie I saw on Tuesday night) so you could have called me and told me all about your adventures at home. That's all I got for right now. Also, I think this year is going to be really fun.
I'm going to bed. Bye.
Yesterday. Was. Insane. Way too much partying. I'm gonna take life easy for awhile. Props to Phil for taking care of me and Jake from about midnight and on last night. Oh Phillip. He's a good friend. Someone who deserves more than what he gets. The world needs more Phillips.
Today, two of the closest families to us came over for the holiday. About 5 or 6 years ago, when we first moved in, my mom used to throw the biggest 4th of July party on the block. All of her friends and their families would come for the whole damn day, and a bunch of houses across the street would have a "works of fire" war, trying to outlast one another the whole night. It was great. Most people claim that it was a better show than what you get at the park.
If my memory serves me right, we stopped throwing the annual party about 2 years ago. Because the houses stopped shooting off the fireworks. I felt horrible for my mom. It always seemed like it was her biggest day. We would work so hard to get ready every year. Like last year, I wasn't even home for the 4th. Looking back, it makes me feel horrible.
But tonight, we were inside watching a movie, when we heard World War III going on outside. The fireworks were back! After, like, a three year absence. When it was all over, I turned to Mom and said, "We should do it again next year...the party. As long as we're still here, I think we can pull it off." She looked at me and smiled. I live for hopeful moments like those.
I finally logged on to my skype account for the first time this summer. I used that shit so much down at school. I think Sam wanted us to skype way back in May. Haha. I'll have to let him know.
I NEED TO SELL MY CAR. I'm such a lazy ass.
Mike. You and I shouldn't cry as much. It doesn't look good to people outside our friendship. People think we're gay.
Sara. You should cry more often. It can be good for you.
Sam. I don't know what the hell my skype name is. Just type in my name. It will show up under Shelby Township.
Lexie. I want you to know that up until this point, this blog took about 20 minutes to write. That was an hour ago. You frustrate me to the point that I have to stay up and watch Star Wars at 2 in the morning. But if it means a lot to you, I wish that I wasn't in (insert movie I saw on Tuesday night) so you could have called me and told me all about your adventures at home. That's all I got for right now. Also, I think this year is going to be really fun.
I'm going to bed. Bye.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
All the Night's Magic Seems to Whisper and Hush
I'm purposefully slowing down the amount of times I blog now, because I found out that I make people CRY with these bad boys. No but really, I've been tired/busy. I'll probably write a lot more now that I don't have to work until WEDNESDAY! Woohoo.
Lately I've been doing nothing except sitting on my butt, or slummin around the Twp. with the guys, which has obviously been a lot more fun than I could type out. Last night, we got back from Denny's and were talking on Phil's driveway. We hear a noise and realize that two houses down is an open car with people laying down in the back of it. This was realized AFTER we had a 30 minute discussion on fecal matter. Classy. But hilarious nonetheless.
Today was Dragan's birthday. We went and saw a movie and went to a "party" after. Except it was more of a basement with 10-15 boozed people talking in seperate parts of the room. Funny to think how far some people have come since high school. Or not. This is so mean. I'm leaving it.
Tomorrow will be awesome. My neigbor Sam is throwing a HUGE graduation party, plus there's a party with the guys after. Should be an awesome day. I already said that.
Just recently (actually, like 10 minutes ago), I took Maya out so she can do her business. I noticed several things:
1. One of the few things I don't enjoy about home. I live on one of those streets where you feel like someone or something is about to sneak up on you and attack you. Its just one of those feelings. I know this because I rarely feel it anywhere else. It genuinely freaks me out. And it only happens at night. Duh.
2. I saw the Big Dipper!!! Usually when I look up, I just see a huge cluster of stars, but today I actually looked up and analyzed the shit out of them, and I SAW it! I was so excited. I hope it will be there, in the same spot, on Sunday. Because I won't be home tomorrow. But you already knew that.
3. Ok. This one has nothing to do with taking my dog out to piss. You caught me. But, today was Friday. Move in day is on a Friday. 7 weeks from now. I have 7 weeks left in Michigan. That's 7 weeks of doing everything but regretting nothing. That's also 49 days. One of these 49 days will be better than the rest. August 7th. Ohh boy. I'll be damned if that's not the best day of summer.
Alright, well I would really enjoy NOT passing out with my shoes still on tomorrow, so I'm going to let you go. But thanks for reading. I like you. Goodnight.
Lately I've been doing nothing except sitting on my butt, or slummin around the Twp. with the guys, which has obviously been a lot more fun than I could type out. Last night, we got back from Denny's and were talking on Phil's driveway. We hear a noise and realize that two houses down is an open car with people laying down in the back of it. This was realized AFTER we had a 30 minute discussion on fecal matter. Classy. But hilarious nonetheless.
Today was Dragan's birthday. We went and saw a movie and went to a "party" after. Except it was more of a basement with 10-15 boozed people talking in seperate parts of the room. Funny to think how far some people have come since high school. Or not. This is so mean. I'm leaving it.
Tomorrow will be awesome. My neigbor Sam is throwing a HUGE graduation party, plus there's a party with the guys after. Should be an awesome day. I already said that.
Just recently (actually, like 10 minutes ago), I took Maya out so she can do her business. I noticed several things:
1. One of the few things I don't enjoy about home. I live on one of those streets where you feel like someone or something is about to sneak up on you and attack you. Its just one of those feelings. I know this because I rarely feel it anywhere else. It genuinely freaks me out. And it only happens at night. Duh.
2. I saw the Big Dipper!!! Usually when I look up, I just see a huge cluster of stars, but today I actually looked up and analyzed the shit out of them, and I SAW it! I was so excited. I hope it will be there, in the same spot, on Sunday. Because I won't be home tomorrow. But you already knew that.
3. Ok. This one has nothing to do with taking my dog out to piss. You caught me. But, today was Friday. Move in day is on a Friday. 7 weeks from now. I have 7 weeks left in Michigan. That's 7 weeks of doing everything but regretting nothing. That's also 49 days. One of these 49 days will be better than the rest. August 7th. Ohh boy. I'll be damned if that's not the best day of summer.
Alright, well I would really enjoy NOT passing out with my shoes still on tomorrow, so I'm going to let you go. But thanks for reading. I like you. Goodnight.
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