Overkill
I continue to listen to the acoustic version of Colin Hay- Overkill over and over again. For some reason I find so many parts of the song fit the way I've felt over the last several months. Here I am yet another beautiful sunny afternoon stuck in my room doing homework. I can't wait to be done with this class and work. Only 1 exam and a final within a week span and I'll be free of its tyranny. I finish up with Fabiano's on Sunday, so that should provide a little more relaxation. I have a lot to do before I move back to school on the 18th. For one, I don't have any furniture for my room yet.... yeah that could be a problem. Oh well, I guess it'll all get done some time. Also I might be going down to Florida to visit my Grandma Muttie for a couple of days. Whether this happens depends on her decision of if she wants to stay in Florida or move back here with us. Personally, she would be better off up here, but I understand why she wants to stay down there. Let's call it the "An Injured Lion Still Wants to Roar" factor. I also wish I had more time to read, I've started both When You Are Engulfed In Flames and Cat's Cradle by good ol' Kurt, but am getting nowhere with them due to a diminished amount of free time. I guess I'll get to it all eventually :)
The last couple of weeks have been a lot of fun. I finally took another weekend off and we all went up to Sean's cottage. As always, it was an amazing time. Lot's of beer, food, crazy stories, campfires, tubing, gambling and much more. I'm glad A Cop made it up there with us as well after the huge debacle the week before about calling him out on a lie. We also had a Toga party at his house last weekend. It was a great time even though there was not that great of a turn out. Andrea's friend Kacia was pretty cool and seemed semi into me, but of course I screwed it up by drinking way to much and making an ass of myself... I really need to work on that. The Horn family had a huge barbeque for Amanda, which was also a great time. It's so tough to think of all that she has gone through in the last week or two. It really helps to put things into perspective for me. Sean and I were the undefeated champions at Beer Pong, meaning that I was super hungover at work the next day. It made for one great morning considering that I was training someone... hahaha I swear she could smell that stale beer on me still. Overall I'd say that I'm starting to feel normal again. The wounds begin to heal slowly but surely as I find myself rekindling old freindships, making new ones and looking back on the many great times that happened in between the many crazy times of high school. I can honestly say that looking back and reading through alot of these old LJ entries has been quite hilarious. I find myself saying "Wow I was that stupid?" of "Wow I can't believe you thought this was a big deal" I'm definitely glad that I have all of these old accounts to go back through and find reassurance on the great life I've lead. I'll leave with a little bit of Objects of My Affection by Peter Bjorn and John, " And the question is, was I more alive than I am now? I happily have to disagree. I laugh more often now, I cry more often now, I am more ME."
The last couple of weeks have been a lot of fun. I finally took another weekend off and we all went up to Sean's cottage. As always, it was an amazing time. Lot's of beer, food, crazy stories, campfires, tubing, gambling and much more. I'm glad A Cop made it up there with us as well after the huge debacle the week before about calling him out on a lie. We also had a Toga party at his house last weekend. It was a great time even though there was not that great of a turn out. Andrea's friend Kacia was pretty cool and seemed semi into me, but of course I screwed it up by drinking way to much and making an ass of myself... I really need to work on that. The Horn family had a huge barbeque for Amanda, which was also a great time. It's so tough to think of all that she has gone through in the last week or two. It really helps to put things into perspective for me. Sean and I were the undefeated champions at Beer Pong, meaning that I was super hungover at work the next day. It made for one great morning considering that I was training someone... hahaha I swear she could smell that stale beer on me still. Overall I'd say that I'm starting to feel normal again. The wounds begin to heal slowly but surely as I find myself rekindling old freindships, making new ones and looking back on the many great times that happened in between the many crazy times of high school. I can honestly say that looking back and reading through alot of these old LJ entries has been quite hilarious. I find myself saying "Wow I was that stupid?" of "Wow I can't believe you thought this was a big deal" I'm definitely glad that I have all of these old accounts to go back through and find reassurance on the great life I've lead. I'll leave with a little bit of Objects of My Affection by Peter Bjorn and John, " And the question is, was I more alive than I am now? I happily have to disagree. I laugh more often now, I cry more often now, I am more ME."