saturday.
it may seem to the careful observer that i on weekends, no longer write about my thoughts than my actions. and it might seem, as though i do nothing but think. but this isn't fully the case, it is just that on the weekends, i do not want to think, i want to more or less just live.
i am sorry for not returning phone calls lately, or saying i will call back and forget to do so. i'm not trying to coldy put people off or anything. It's just I have alot to do, and conflicting plans and unless things are definate I usually get caught up with what I'm doing and not making a checklist on who to call back. Like tonight, i know I did that to atleast three people, and i'm sorry, but i can't be there for everybody. Don't take it the wrong way, but I mean I can't really go out and meet people once I'm somewhere, I can't drive.
So about today. Started off reading the book London and doing a history map. Surprising. The book London has affected my thought and even the way i talk and how i write. But normally good books tend to have that affect on their readers. So Pat picked me up at 8 with Brandon and Tim and we went to Fridays (trip #1) to go pick up drunk Raj, Kristi, Kelly and their supervisors Sam and Giligan. In the place we scattered all over the restruant, just picture drunken people staggering all over the place, and for once, no i was not included. just a spectator. We went off to the tobacco bar. It's some ancient secretative place that is disguised as a Moroccan cuisine. I've eaten fancy and exotic places. But this place really was, well exotic. The food and the setting, and the beads in the walls instead of doors. Some part of me felt like I belonged somewhere like this. The tables were small and their were couches instead of chairs and their was a dim light. Raj, GIligan and the girls left. And so the rest of us thought, that we had a shot at the hooka. But they carded us, for some reason.. probably because how many people we originally had, and so we just ate and left.
Then we arrived after a stop at BP to fridays (#2) to get raj and kristi and sam and kelly and giligan. There I saw Christy and Jess Crowler and Tara Hart and random other people. and so we finally left because Raj informed me he was stuck in a ditch with giligan, since the girls had left. pat and tim and brandon and me get in pats car to go get raj. we chilled in the ditch and had pinecone wars and thought we were in Vietnam. (this would be amusing to you too, if well you were there and in the condition we were) Then we went off to go make a fire in the woods. and eventually.. well... we drove around to try to get svitak out of the house he wasnt in.. and then to fridays (trip #3) where pat goes to try to get svitak out of the restruant to fight raj for the stagged fight. no body came and we just saw a whole bunch of black guys with dating white women. So we all went home i think after that. And I came home and read another chapter.
I would just like to take note on it was a nice buzz tonight. i was in a really good and relaxed and open mood, and thats rare. And i Always have a good time when i think i won't and always have a bad time when I think I will have a good time. I think i need to go into everything expecting the worse, but going into things nonetheless so I'm always uplifted instead of being disappointed.
i am sorry for not returning phone calls lately, or saying i will call back and forget to do so. i'm not trying to coldy put people off or anything. It's just I have alot to do, and conflicting plans and unless things are definate I usually get caught up with what I'm doing and not making a checklist on who to call back. Like tonight, i know I did that to atleast three people, and i'm sorry, but i can't be there for everybody. Don't take it the wrong way, but I mean I can't really go out and meet people once I'm somewhere, I can't drive.
So about today. Started off reading the book London and doing a history map. Surprising. The book London has affected my thought and even the way i talk and how i write. But normally good books tend to have that affect on their readers. So Pat picked me up at 8 with Brandon and Tim and we went to Fridays (trip #1) to go pick up drunk Raj, Kristi, Kelly and their supervisors Sam and Giligan. In the place we scattered all over the restruant, just picture drunken people staggering all over the place, and for once, no i was not included. just a spectator. We went off to the tobacco bar. It's some ancient secretative place that is disguised as a Moroccan cuisine. I've eaten fancy and exotic places. But this place really was, well exotic. The food and the setting, and the beads in the walls instead of doors. Some part of me felt like I belonged somewhere like this. The tables were small and their were couches instead of chairs and their was a dim light. Raj, GIligan and the girls left. And so the rest of us thought, that we had a shot at the hooka. But they carded us, for some reason.. probably because how many people we originally had, and so we just ate and left.
Then we arrived after a stop at BP to fridays (#2) to get raj and kristi and sam and kelly and giligan. There I saw Christy and Jess Crowler and Tara Hart and random other people. and so we finally left because Raj informed me he was stuck in a ditch with giligan, since the girls had left. pat and tim and brandon and me get in pats car to go get raj. we chilled in the ditch and had pinecone wars and thought we were in Vietnam. (this would be amusing to you too, if well you were there and in the condition we were) Then we went off to go make a fire in the woods. and eventually.. well... we drove around to try to get svitak out of the house he wasnt in.. and then to fridays (trip #3) where pat goes to try to get svitak out of the restruant to fight raj for the stagged fight. no body came and we just saw a whole bunch of black guys with dating white women. So we all went home i think after that. And I came home and read another chapter.
I would just like to take note on it was a nice buzz tonight. i was in a really good and relaxed and open mood, and thats rare. And i Always have a good time when i think i won't and always have a bad time when I think I will have a good time. I think i need to go into everything expecting the worse, but going into things nonetheless so I'm always uplifted instead of being disappointed.