Monday, October 22, 2007
Too much
It's been a little too long. I wnat to write something, but don't have time or ideas. I'll get it in, but the school load right now is quite a bit. Doing so much makes it so hard, but If i make a little longer I shouldn't have any problems.
Monday, October 8, 2007
confined
I feel like I can't access my thoughts. I've been cramming all morning for my spanish test, and find myself completely exhausted. I try to think but its as if my thoughts are locked in a vault. So much is rushing through my brain right now but i cant catch any of it. Flying past me, i see the ideas getting futher and further out of my grasp. There's nothing i can do. I'm trapped. Hopefully i can free myself, but for now the idae of a good test seems hopeless. I'll watch things crash down around me and hope for the best.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Just A Thursday Night
So where do I stand? I now where I sit, that much is easy. Wasted on a bench high out of my mind surround by people at Magnolia’s. It’s a small little diner on the way downtown on the street called Congress, which takes you directly to the Capitol of Texas. It’s quite busy. Fairly surprising at 3:30 in the morning, but I suppose that there is always a night crowed that finds the same comfort I do. Either that, or they just need a place to go after last call at the bar. So much excitement in the air, everyone just fucked beyond the point off social acceptance. I love observing the social interaction. No one seems to make any sense whatsoever, but everyone understands.
But where do I stand? I sit to the side and observe what happens around me. Where do I fit into the mold? As I ask this question however, it reoccurs to me that I’m in the exact same boat that all the others are. I find my refuge, and my late night snack. They seem to notice me, but pay no attention as I bury my head into the screen and try to position my thoughts on the page. How did the night even begin?
I found myself just of work, with nothing to do tomorrow except recollect my scattered thoughts. It’s had been far to long since I really had a long chill night with the old crew. After scouring my phonebook, hearing voice mail after voicemail, I finally got in touch with Morgan. Word was, that most of the crew was going to meet up at Norbi’s place. It was a nice three-bedroom apartment that was barely kept clean enough to live, at 420 Slaughter Lane; it was a beacon for us to meet at.
When I arrived, two vaguely familiar faces appeared as I walked towards the stairs. I must have met them at a past party. It was probably ”In Passing” one of them had said to me. I knocked on the door, and Casey opened up the door. It was the not Casey that I would normally speak of. Nevertheless, I was greeted by the same grin that opened the door for me every time I paid a visit to this apartment. It was good to see the friendly pleasing personality that I hadn’t been around in quite some time.
As soon as I walked in, I could tell that even though I was gone, the place had stayed exactly the same. It was the stereotypical and perfect bachelor pad for a group of college freshman tokers. I found Jordan on the back porch with a few new faces, but beyond that, no one of real importance. With nothing to do, I loaded the pipe and passed it around as an icebreaker. When we were all on the same level, any spare tension seemed to vanish.
I asked Jordan where he thought Norbi might be, but before he could complete his sentence, the man we spoke off walked through the door. He was always more than nice to me, more often than not, when the two of us ended up together, we would smoke into a stupor, which usually ended up in him passed out somewhere on the floor. I couldn’t see any other logical way to express my excitement to see an old friend, so I offered a spliff and we made our way out to the back porch.
As we lit it up, Nick made his way out with Mike B. After we had finished, we all sat in a complacent daze and eventually wander back into the apartment. When I walked back in, the living room was no longer empty. Everyone that we always found ourselves partying with had shown up. It was great, because since school had started we had gone our separate ways and rarely saw each other all at the same time. Robert and Morgan both walked in with their hands full of beer cases. It was clearly time for the fun to begin.
I got my hands on a few shiners, before they were quickly gone. There was a bit of disappointment when I returned to the fridge to see only massive quantities of Natural Light, but it was cheap and abundant, so I had no complaints. Robert realized that despite the stockpile, we wouldn’t have enough beer to make it through the night, and passed out hyrdocodone as an attempt to make the beer last longer.
I decided to pass and made my way into Norbi’s room to load another bowl. When I opened the door, the posters and decorations were all glowing in neon colors from the black light. I sat in the corner and next to the TV and loaded the bong as I watched the Zeppelin DVD in awe. I had seen it every time I visited Norbi, but it never got old or became less amazing to watch. Oddly enough, most of the people watching trickled out of the room, in spite of the fact the there was fresh ganja to be smoked. Paul Jordan, and I made quick work of the bowl, and returned to party after watching Dazed and Confused.
By this point, everyone was past inebriation and totally trashed. I had a wonderful time as the night wore on. I was brought back to last year when events like these were commonplace and the only thing on any of our minds. I wanted the night to last, so decided to stay late as most of the people continued to leave and make there way home.
By 2:00 the only people that remained were Jordan, Norbi, Casey, and some strange guy who swore he would be kicked out his house after tonight. Jordan pulled down a handle of Jack from on top of the cabinet that appeared to be empty, but actually had about a third of the bottle left. We did a few group shots, and I lost all comprehension of what was happening around me. We sat in a circle and continually laugh about god knows what for what seemed to be over an hour.
We regained our composure and decide that the only logical thing to do at three in the morning was to get breakfast tacos from Magnolias. Casey Insisted that he drive, because he had only had the one shot of Jack all night. We piled into his car and made the journey. And here I am, wasted and thrilled about it.
But where do I stand? I sit to the side and observe what happens around me. Where do I fit into the mold? As I ask this question however, it reoccurs to me that I’m in the exact same boat that all the others are. I find my refuge, and my late night snack. They seem to notice me, but pay no attention as I bury my head into the screen and try to position my thoughts on the page. How did the night even begin?
I found myself just of work, with nothing to do tomorrow except recollect my scattered thoughts. It’s had been far to long since I really had a long chill night with the old crew. After scouring my phonebook, hearing voice mail after voicemail, I finally got in touch with Morgan. Word was, that most of the crew was going to meet up at Norbi’s place. It was a nice three-bedroom apartment that was barely kept clean enough to live, at 420 Slaughter Lane; it was a beacon for us to meet at.
When I arrived, two vaguely familiar faces appeared as I walked towards the stairs. I must have met them at a past party. It was probably ”In Passing” one of them had said to me. I knocked on the door, and Casey opened up the door. It was the not Casey that I would normally speak of. Nevertheless, I was greeted by the same grin that opened the door for me every time I paid a visit to this apartment. It was good to see the friendly pleasing personality that I hadn’t been around in quite some time.
As soon as I walked in, I could tell that even though I was gone, the place had stayed exactly the same. It was the stereotypical and perfect bachelor pad for a group of college freshman tokers. I found Jordan on the back porch with a few new faces, but beyond that, no one of real importance. With nothing to do, I loaded the pipe and passed it around as an icebreaker. When we were all on the same level, any spare tension seemed to vanish.
I asked Jordan where he thought Norbi might be, but before he could complete his sentence, the man we spoke off walked through the door. He was always more than nice to me, more often than not, when the two of us ended up together, we would smoke into a stupor, which usually ended up in him passed out somewhere on the floor. I couldn’t see any other logical way to express my excitement to see an old friend, so I offered a spliff and we made our way out to the back porch.
As we lit it up, Nick made his way out with Mike B. After we had finished, we all sat in a complacent daze and eventually wander back into the apartment. When I walked back in, the living room was no longer empty. Everyone that we always found ourselves partying with had shown up. It was great, because since school had started we had gone our separate ways and rarely saw each other all at the same time. Robert and Morgan both walked in with their hands full of beer cases. It was clearly time for the fun to begin.
I got my hands on a few shiners, before they were quickly gone. There was a bit of disappointment when I returned to the fridge to see only massive quantities of Natural Light, but it was cheap and abundant, so I had no complaints. Robert realized that despite the stockpile, we wouldn’t have enough beer to make it through the night, and passed out hyrdocodone as an attempt to make the beer last longer.
I decided to pass and made my way into Norbi’s room to load another bowl. When I opened the door, the posters and decorations were all glowing in neon colors from the black light. I sat in the corner and next to the TV and loaded the bong as I watched the Zeppelin DVD in awe. I had seen it every time I visited Norbi, but it never got old or became less amazing to watch. Oddly enough, most of the people watching trickled out of the room, in spite of the fact the there was fresh ganja to be smoked. Paul Jordan, and I made quick work of the bowl, and returned to party after watching Dazed and Confused.
By this point, everyone was past inebriation and totally trashed. I had a wonderful time as the night wore on. I was brought back to last year when events like these were commonplace and the only thing on any of our minds. I wanted the night to last, so decided to stay late as most of the people continued to leave and make there way home.
By 2:00 the only people that remained were Jordan, Norbi, Casey, and some strange guy who swore he would be kicked out his house after tonight. Jordan pulled down a handle of Jack from on top of the cabinet that appeared to be empty, but actually had about a third of the bottle left. We did a few group shots, and I lost all comprehension of what was happening around me. We sat in a circle and continually laugh about god knows what for what seemed to be over an hour.
We regained our composure and decide that the only logical thing to do at three in the morning was to get breakfast tacos from Magnolias. Casey Insisted that he drive, because he had only had the one shot of Jack all night. We piled into his car and made the journey. And here I am, wasted and thrilled about it.
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