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Alright, so, it’s been about a week and a half since I’ve written… I’m not keeping up as well as I used to, I don’t think. So, I’ll just try to work my way backwards, starting with now.
I haven’t eaten all day until just now… Kellogg’s with berries… it’s fantastic stuff.
I think I’ve been smoking less.
Today, my best friend turned twenty-three. Happy Birthday Cass. I love you girl.
I just got done watching Bruce Almighty. It was just laying on the kitchen counter when I was cleaning, and I didn’t have much else to do really, so I popped it in. I had no idea it would be so heavy on me. I mean, it’s just Hollywood. Jim Carrey, Jennifer Aniston and Morgan Freeman. I doesn’t get much more Hollywood than that… but I bawled crazy-like. It was so wild. The few scenes towards the end killed me… where Jennifer Aniston is crying and praying, then Jim Carry surrenders to God in front of a 18-wheeler, and then he prays for the first time. Ah… it killed me. Especially when God and Bruce said, “It was good” in that weird way… I was bawling and laughing simultaneously… and found myself surprised that I had let my emotions get so evoked. I think a lot of it has to do with me talking to Cass last night about where I’m at with God and stuff. I thought I was doin’ pretty hot there for a little while… but I’m coming to terms with how that’s not really the case. I teeter-totter hardcore. So, our conversation pretty much just ended with me saying, “I just need to take it one day at a time.” This has been one hell of a “day one” with that movie, I tell you what. The movie was heavy for me. I’m sure for others it was humorous, controversial, etc. I feel like it meant more for me. Maybe I’m just a nerd.
I had two job interviews yesterday. Both are for data entry. One’s for $12/hour with benefits, and I felt like that interview went really well. I find out either on Friday or Monday. The other is for $10/hour and I’m not so sure about benefits with that one. I have a second interview tomorrow morning at 10:30am. We’ll see how it goes.
This last weekend, my family and I went to Grand Lake. That was an interesting family trip. Here’s how that went:
Saturday - We arrived around 1:30pm. Checked into the Lazy Moose, Cabin #3. It was right on shore of Grand Lake. The living room in that place had the most amazing view. There was a hot tub that I thought I heard people having sex in one night. That quickly eliminated any possibility of hot-tubbing. We unpacked. My family left to go get ice, Nick a hoodie, and I was to meet up with them at the local bowling alley for pizza and a few games. I had full intentions to explore the small tourist village. It reminds me of Pearl Street except for the beautiful BFE surroundings. There’s hardly anything out there except for the strip of shops, bars, coffeehouses and hotels. My first mission was to track down a Ma & Pa’s coffeehouse for some soy chai. It didn’t take long to find Rocky Mountain Coffee Company. $3.20. Cute, small, and a huge patio. Afterwards, I wandered. It only took about forty-five minutes to an hour to scope the entire place out. Not many people around there smoked, but no one seemed to mind that I’m as “chimney” as they come (“chimney” should be an adjective, I think). There were enough young people to add some spice to the trip. Lots of young parents with little kids who you can tell have high-paying jobs. Have I mentioned that this place is insanely gorgeous yet? It truly is… but I could never live there. I had only been there two days when I started to yearn for traffic lights, the fast-paced movement of a city, music, and ways to communicate with the outside world. No one was in any hurry there. It felt like the people in Grand Lake were there to either temporarily or permanently disappear from the rest of the world. I felt like somewhat of an intruder in not wanting the same thing. So, anyway, I was wondering… and some kid in an SUV yells out in my general direction. I turn to look, and he sticks his ass out of the window and starts spanking it… he falls back out of sight and laughs hysterically. I was tickled, so I laughed and shook my head when he peeked out to see my reaction. I continued to wander while watching people on their vacation or outside their homes while I occasionally stepped into stores that caught my attention. I must have walked the strip five or six times until I walked by three guys sitting one some benches… they looked about my age. I looked and smiled, and only half-expected them to not say anything, for some reason. Surely enough, the guy on the far right said, “So, are you bored? I’ve seen you walking around for at least three hours now.” They agreed when I said that there wasn’t much to do. We all exchanged names, and the general info. I didn’t think that they looked all that interested, and in case I was right, I thought I’d try to let them off the hook with, “So, it was nice meeting you guys. Maybe I’ll see you around.” And right as I started to walk off, the first guy said, “No, wait. You should come four-wheeling with us.” I thought about it for a minute as I looked over their faces to see if it would be as fun as it sounded, and eventually I agreed. They picked me up from the cabin after I explained to the family I’d met some people and would be back in a few hours. In the truck they had a German band playing that I remembered hearing a couple of weeks ago at Maritza’s going-away party, but I couldn’t remember the name. So, here’s some quick info on these guys. Nate: I could tell that he was the alpha dog out of the three. He was the one who invited me and owned the Dodge Ram. He’s 20 years old and builds houses. He used to wrestle in high school. He was born and raised in Granby. He has two brothers and a sister who’s way too quiet. Definitely the obnoxious, jock type. Seth: Seth felt like Nate’s right-hand man, sorta. He’s 20 years old as well and goes to school at FRCC in Fort Collins, but stays with his parents in Granby for the summer. He was the perverted one out of the three, and I could tell that it was because he lacked in experience. He knew he was the most attractive out of the three, and he seemed like he might be the type to use that to his advantage and to cock-block his friends. Also, the obnoxious, jock type. Mike: This was the guy that stopped me in the first place. He’s 21 years old and is going to school at UNC to become a pilot. He has a house in Greeley with some roommates. He was the most well-mannered out of the trio, and was teased mercilessly by Nate and Seth, but always handled it better than he should have. So, there’s to give an idea of who I was hanging out with for the rest of the day. Five minutes into the ride, Seth pulls out “Barely Legal”… some ridiculous, amateur, porn magazine. We laughed. I quickly caught on to their humor. Mimicking their sayings seemed to tickle them. We drove up insanely steep hills and through rivers while bouncing all over the place and laughing. They tour-guided me through the mountain-side forests using hunting/small town lingo that they helped me catch up on… whether on animals or obstacles in the road. We, then, came to a lookout where I shot a gun for the first time. Nate pulled the cheesy “let-me-show-you-how-to-hold-the-gun” stunt… the kind you see in the movies when a girls golfing for the first time, or whatever. I called him out on it, and we all laughed. Shooting a gun was just as exhilarating as I thought it would be. It was great. I also found out that I’m left-eyed I guess… but I’m also right-handed which makes shooting somewhat difficult. I watched them all shoot their rounds, and we left. Inconveniently enough, I had to piss like a racehorse five miles east of the middle of nowhere. They stopped the truck and said I could piss right behind the tailgate. I designated Mike as someone who could hold up a jacket so no on-coming traffic could see. Just as I pulled down my pants and rested against the bumper, I felt the truck pull six feet forward. In a flash, I pulled back up my pants and started laughing while screaming obscenities. I decided to wait until I could find a bathroom. Five minutes later, it was impossible to hold any longer. I hiked until I couldn’t see the truck anymore, and found a huge rock for shield and support. As soon as we saw each other again, the truck drove off, pretending to leave me in the woods. I laughed as I tried not to fall down the mountain and finally made it back into the cab. The rest of the excursion consisted of snowball fights, wrastlin', telling things that we wouldn’t tell anyone who didn’t already know or people we knew we would never see again, fishing, loud music, playfully harassing other tourists, snow in the sunlight, never-ending mud puddles, almost falling into a stream, Bratwurst, Budweiser, playing cards, hide-and-seek with a tranquilizer gun (but only using paper wads, which still hurt like a bitch), etc. It was definitely more fun than I expected to have. Plus, I got to hold a fish and let it go. Super exciting. It had been 10 years since the last time. It was around 10pm when Mike offered to take me back to Grand Lake. Nate and Seth told him that that wasn’t a good idea and that they would take me back later on in the evening. Mike kept insisting to take me back to the cabin. I got a bit weirded out, but I felt like I could trust Mike more than the other two, so I went with him. We made a stop at 7-11. He talked about his recent break-up with a girlfriend of two years, and how he was transferring schools. He said that he could make a lot more money in Chicago. Mike, then, confessed that Seth and Nate always try to sleep with the tourist girls. I felt a little stupid, but regardless, I didn’t fail to realize that I still had a great time, and a lot of firsts. I gave Mike a hug, told him thanks for the ride and to take it easy. When I walked in the cabin, my family told me they missed me during their outings. I told them about the three guys and our escapade, and they told me about theirs. I cuddled up with Tucker after doing my before-bed stuff and fell asleep wishing I could talk to Jake and watching Hollywood’s Worst Hair-Dos.
Sunday - We went to the Mountain Inn for breakfast. Awesome, cheap food. Blunt people. Slow service. We drove to Granby for our boating plans. It had been freezing all day, so it didn’t look good. A guy named Trevor helped us on how to drive the party boat, and off we went. Mom took pictures. Birds were flying just above the waves of water for food. We were on a mission for a cove to go fishing in. Suddenly, the boat took a nosedive in the middle of the lake. Water rushed all the way to the back of the boat, and Nick, Tucker and I jumped to the back of the boat to weigh it out and get away from the water. My mom was screaming and Tucker was crying. Nick, Dad and I were laughing hysterically, and joked about how Dad was the worst captain ever. This pissed the madre off, so back to the marina we went. On the way back, we got splashed with more water, and arrived at the dock colder and wetter than ever. I thought that it was all pretty funny, and the most exciting thing that could’ve happened to us that day, but everyone else was pretty bummed. We went back to the cabin to take hot showers and put on warm clothes. My dad hung out with me at the laundry-mat for a couple of hours. We talked about what kind of guys I should start dating, and about the mentalities of the people who lived in Grand Lake. All of us, except for Mom, still tried to fish from the dock that was in front of our cabin, but none of us caught anything. The family stayed in the rest of the day, but managed to pull off an indoor BBQ. I went out wandering again, and ended up writing in a journal for about three hours on the Rocky Mountain Coffee Company patio. It snowed on and off all day.
Monday - We left pretty early. Ate McDonald’s. Went and saw “The Day After Tomorrow” once we got back down to flatter ground. I thought it was really good. I cried. But I’m finding out that I cry in every movie, which sucks. I think girls crying during movies make people really uncomfortable… especially if you’re on a date. Oh well. When we got home, we had another BBQ. Blah blah blah… that’s pretty much the extent of my Memorial weekend. I probably didn’t have to type that much, but I feel hyper, so… whatever.
I finished Mortal Strain sometime between now and the last time I wrote in here. It was good… not as good as House of Leaves, but good. It only two days to read, which was kind of disappointing for whatever reason. It’s weird to think that I might like books that take at least a week to read. I’ve never thought about preference in books concerning the time it takes you to get through it… I’m a weirdo.
Oh yeah, and I cut off eight inches of my hair. It hasn’t been this short since I was three, four years old, but it’s a hell of a lot easier.
I got my driver’s license and car back on Friday. Not only that, but insurance too. Whoot. So, I’m back on the road. But at the DMV, I also found out that I have 12 points already. It’s supposed to get suspended either when you hit 12 points, or you can get up to 12 points, but no more. That’s kind of bad news. I’ll find out in three months if it is, in fact, suspended. If it’s not, I still can’t get a ticket until March of 2006. Ahhh… it’s my own fault. It’ll all work out. I just need to get down to Denver so I’ll at least have public transportation. The boonies just won’t cut it this time.
Ummm… I think that’s about it. Well, I probably forgot things, but they were probably boring, and I don’t feel like typing anymore, so… yeah.
Peace.
I haven’t eaten all day until just now… Kellogg’s with berries… it’s fantastic stuff.
I think I’ve been smoking less.
Today, my best friend turned twenty-three. Happy Birthday Cass. I love you girl.
I just got done watching Bruce Almighty. It was just laying on the kitchen counter when I was cleaning, and I didn’t have much else to do really, so I popped it in. I had no idea it would be so heavy on me. I mean, it’s just Hollywood. Jim Carrey, Jennifer Aniston and Morgan Freeman. I doesn’t get much more Hollywood than that… but I bawled crazy-like. It was so wild. The few scenes towards the end killed me… where Jennifer Aniston is crying and praying, then Jim Carry surrenders to God in front of a 18-wheeler, and then he prays for the first time. Ah… it killed me. Especially when God and Bruce said, “It was good” in that weird way… I was bawling and laughing simultaneously… and found myself surprised that I had let my emotions get so evoked. I think a lot of it has to do with me talking to Cass last night about where I’m at with God and stuff. I thought I was doin’ pretty hot there for a little while… but I’m coming to terms with how that’s not really the case. I teeter-totter hardcore. So, our conversation pretty much just ended with me saying, “I just need to take it one day at a time.” This has been one hell of a “day one” with that movie, I tell you what. The movie was heavy for me. I’m sure for others it was humorous, controversial, etc. I feel like it meant more for me. Maybe I’m just a nerd.
I had two job interviews yesterday. Both are for data entry. One’s for $12/hour with benefits, and I felt like that interview went really well. I find out either on Friday or Monday. The other is for $10/hour and I’m not so sure about benefits with that one. I have a second interview tomorrow morning at 10:30am. We’ll see how it goes.
This last weekend, my family and I went to Grand Lake. That was an interesting family trip. Here’s how that went:
Saturday - We arrived around 1:30pm. Checked into the Lazy Moose, Cabin #3. It was right on shore of Grand Lake. The living room in that place had the most amazing view. There was a hot tub that I thought I heard people having sex in one night. That quickly eliminated any possibility of hot-tubbing. We unpacked. My family left to go get ice, Nick a hoodie, and I was to meet up with them at the local bowling alley for pizza and a few games. I had full intentions to explore the small tourist village. It reminds me of Pearl Street except for the beautiful BFE surroundings. There’s hardly anything out there except for the strip of shops, bars, coffeehouses and hotels. My first mission was to track down a Ma & Pa’s coffeehouse for some soy chai. It didn’t take long to find Rocky Mountain Coffee Company. $3.20. Cute, small, and a huge patio. Afterwards, I wandered. It only took about forty-five minutes to an hour to scope the entire place out. Not many people around there smoked, but no one seemed to mind that I’m as “chimney” as they come (“chimney” should be an adjective, I think). There were enough young people to add some spice to the trip. Lots of young parents with little kids who you can tell have high-paying jobs. Have I mentioned that this place is insanely gorgeous yet? It truly is… but I could never live there. I had only been there two days when I started to yearn for traffic lights, the fast-paced movement of a city, music, and ways to communicate with the outside world. No one was in any hurry there. It felt like the people in Grand Lake were there to either temporarily or permanently disappear from the rest of the world. I felt like somewhat of an intruder in not wanting the same thing. So, anyway, I was wondering… and some kid in an SUV yells out in my general direction. I turn to look, and he sticks his ass out of the window and starts spanking it… he falls back out of sight and laughs hysterically. I was tickled, so I laughed and shook my head when he peeked out to see my reaction. I continued to wander while watching people on their vacation or outside their homes while I occasionally stepped into stores that caught my attention. I must have walked the strip five or six times until I walked by three guys sitting one some benches… they looked about my age. I looked and smiled, and only half-expected them to not say anything, for some reason. Surely enough, the guy on the far right said, “So, are you bored? I’ve seen you walking around for at least three hours now.” They agreed when I said that there wasn’t much to do. We all exchanged names, and the general info. I didn’t think that they looked all that interested, and in case I was right, I thought I’d try to let them off the hook with, “So, it was nice meeting you guys. Maybe I’ll see you around.” And right as I started to walk off, the first guy said, “No, wait. You should come four-wheeling with us.” I thought about it for a minute as I looked over their faces to see if it would be as fun as it sounded, and eventually I agreed. They picked me up from the cabin after I explained to the family I’d met some people and would be back in a few hours. In the truck they had a German band playing that I remembered hearing a couple of weeks ago at Maritza’s going-away party, but I couldn’t remember the name. So, here’s some quick info on these guys. Nate: I could tell that he was the alpha dog out of the three. He was the one who invited me and owned the Dodge Ram. He’s 20 years old and builds houses. He used to wrestle in high school. He was born and raised in Granby. He has two brothers and a sister who’s way too quiet. Definitely the obnoxious, jock type. Seth: Seth felt like Nate’s right-hand man, sorta. He’s 20 years old as well and goes to school at FRCC in Fort Collins, but stays with his parents in Granby for the summer. He was the perverted one out of the three, and I could tell that it was because he lacked in experience. He knew he was the most attractive out of the three, and he seemed like he might be the type to use that to his advantage and to cock-block his friends. Also, the obnoxious, jock type. Mike: This was the guy that stopped me in the first place. He’s 21 years old and is going to school at UNC to become a pilot. He has a house in Greeley with some roommates. He was the most well-mannered out of the trio, and was teased mercilessly by Nate and Seth, but always handled it better than he should have. So, there’s to give an idea of who I was hanging out with for the rest of the day. Five minutes into the ride, Seth pulls out “Barely Legal”… some ridiculous, amateur, porn magazine. We laughed. I quickly caught on to their humor. Mimicking their sayings seemed to tickle them. We drove up insanely steep hills and through rivers while bouncing all over the place and laughing. They tour-guided me through the mountain-side forests using hunting/small town lingo that they helped me catch up on… whether on animals or obstacles in the road. We, then, came to a lookout where I shot a gun for the first time. Nate pulled the cheesy “let-me-show-you-how-to-hold-the-gun” stunt… the kind you see in the movies when a girls golfing for the first time, or whatever. I called him out on it, and we all laughed. Shooting a gun was just as exhilarating as I thought it would be. It was great. I also found out that I’m left-eyed I guess… but I’m also right-handed which makes shooting somewhat difficult. I watched them all shoot their rounds, and we left. Inconveniently enough, I had to piss like a racehorse five miles east of the middle of nowhere. They stopped the truck and said I could piss right behind the tailgate. I designated Mike as someone who could hold up a jacket so no on-coming traffic could see. Just as I pulled down my pants and rested against the bumper, I felt the truck pull six feet forward. In a flash, I pulled back up my pants and started laughing while screaming obscenities. I decided to wait until I could find a bathroom. Five minutes later, it was impossible to hold any longer. I hiked until I couldn’t see the truck anymore, and found a huge rock for shield and support. As soon as we saw each other again, the truck drove off, pretending to leave me in the woods. I laughed as I tried not to fall down the mountain and finally made it back into the cab. The rest of the excursion consisted of snowball fights, wrastlin', telling things that we wouldn’t tell anyone who didn’t already know or people we knew we would never see again, fishing, loud music, playfully harassing other tourists, snow in the sunlight, never-ending mud puddles, almost falling into a stream, Bratwurst, Budweiser, playing cards, hide-and-seek with a tranquilizer gun (but only using paper wads, which still hurt like a bitch), etc. It was definitely more fun than I expected to have. Plus, I got to hold a fish and let it go. Super exciting. It had been 10 years since the last time. It was around 10pm when Mike offered to take me back to Grand Lake. Nate and Seth told him that that wasn’t a good idea and that they would take me back later on in the evening. Mike kept insisting to take me back to the cabin. I got a bit weirded out, but I felt like I could trust Mike more than the other two, so I went with him. We made a stop at 7-11. He talked about his recent break-up with a girlfriend of two years, and how he was transferring schools. He said that he could make a lot more money in Chicago. Mike, then, confessed that Seth and Nate always try to sleep with the tourist girls. I felt a little stupid, but regardless, I didn’t fail to realize that I still had a great time, and a lot of firsts. I gave Mike a hug, told him thanks for the ride and to take it easy. When I walked in the cabin, my family told me they missed me during their outings. I told them about the three guys and our escapade, and they told me about theirs. I cuddled up with Tucker after doing my before-bed stuff and fell asleep wishing I could talk to Jake and watching Hollywood’s Worst Hair-Dos.
Sunday - We went to the Mountain Inn for breakfast. Awesome, cheap food. Blunt people. Slow service. We drove to Granby for our boating plans. It had been freezing all day, so it didn’t look good. A guy named Trevor helped us on how to drive the party boat, and off we went. Mom took pictures. Birds were flying just above the waves of water for food. We were on a mission for a cove to go fishing in. Suddenly, the boat took a nosedive in the middle of the lake. Water rushed all the way to the back of the boat, and Nick, Tucker and I jumped to the back of the boat to weigh it out and get away from the water. My mom was screaming and Tucker was crying. Nick, Dad and I were laughing hysterically, and joked about how Dad was the worst captain ever. This pissed the madre off, so back to the marina we went. On the way back, we got splashed with more water, and arrived at the dock colder and wetter than ever. I thought that it was all pretty funny, and the most exciting thing that could’ve happened to us that day, but everyone else was pretty bummed. We went back to the cabin to take hot showers and put on warm clothes. My dad hung out with me at the laundry-mat for a couple of hours. We talked about what kind of guys I should start dating, and about the mentalities of the people who lived in Grand Lake. All of us, except for Mom, still tried to fish from the dock that was in front of our cabin, but none of us caught anything. The family stayed in the rest of the day, but managed to pull off an indoor BBQ. I went out wandering again, and ended up writing in a journal for about three hours on the Rocky Mountain Coffee Company patio. It snowed on and off all day.
Monday - We left pretty early. Ate McDonald’s. Went and saw “The Day After Tomorrow” once we got back down to flatter ground. I thought it was really good. I cried. But I’m finding out that I cry in every movie, which sucks. I think girls crying during movies make people really uncomfortable… especially if you’re on a date. Oh well. When we got home, we had another BBQ. Blah blah blah… that’s pretty much the extent of my Memorial weekend. I probably didn’t have to type that much, but I feel hyper, so… whatever.
I finished Mortal Strain sometime between now and the last time I wrote in here. It was good… not as good as House of Leaves, but good. It only two days to read, which was kind of disappointing for whatever reason. It’s weird to think that I might like books that take at least a week to read. I’ve never thought about preference in books concerning the time it takes you to get through it… I’m a weirdo.
Oh yeah, and I cut off eight inches of my hair. It hasn’t been this short since I was three, four years old, but it’s a hell of a lot easier.
I got my driver’s license and car back on Friday. Not only that, but insurance too. Whoot. So, I’m back on the road. But at the DMV, I also found out that I have 12 points already. It’s supposed to get suspended either when you hit 12 points, or you can get up to 12 points, but no more. That’s kind of bad news. I’ll find out in three months if it is, in fact, suspended. If it’s not, I still can’t get a ticket until March of 2006. Ahhh… it’s my own fault. It’ll all work out. I just need to get down to Denver so I’ll at least have public transportation. The boonies just won’t cut it this time.
Ummm… I think that’s about it. Well, I probably forgot things, but they were probably boring, and I don’t feel like typing anymore, so… yeah.
Peace.