responsible CONsumption
This weekend was kind of a whirlwind and I've almost forgotten what my family looks like.
Friday was hellish. I found it extremely difficult to sit through hours of school with multiple events awaiting me later. Even worse, I had to work from 3 until 7. At 1:30, the beginning of last period, I broke down and left school to fit in a shower before work. Once at work, I managed to somehow pass 3 hours until it was 6, time for the Impressions/Amnesty coffeehouse. Yummy. My hot teachers looked hot, some of my friends even more so, and there were tons of people there. Word is, we made $1000. Amazing!! Anyways, I talked to a ton of people that night and was extremely hyper throughout. I was nervous about reading poetry in front of school-people, but managed to conquer my fear. I read an original poem, "Nocturnal," and "Peace" by C.K. Williams. Good ol' C.K., ya can rely on him for most anything. After reading, I left with Manda, Lex, and Scharr for the coffeehouse. We stopped by my house so I could get clothing for myself and then were on our way. When I got there I was greeted by big fricking hugs from (among others) Heather, Sam, Greg, Laurie, Jenna, CAITLIN!!, Deana.... wow... it was so incredible to see everyone.
Worship was pretty cool, I guess. Even better was shooting the shit with everyone afterwards. There is little more relaxing than smoking a clove or two with Laurie on my lap, Caitlin by my side, and Deana talking all our ears off. After that, since there were no planned activities, it was pretty much chill time. Manda and I flirted a lot, and when it came time to go to bed, she came with Sam and I, which made me feel uncomfortable, because I was anticipating alone time with him... but surprisingly, even when they played the burping game, all the tears that would have come out were held inside somewhere. Thank you, medication.
Saturday morning sucked because, naturally, I was tired as hell and I'd been a little sick the night before. I went to a moving workshop on the School of the Americas in the morning, then another one in the afternoon on anti-racism, led by Meggie. Cloves and giggles and tattoos compliments of Lex in between. At about 4-something, Sam and I took a nap... not really, but we tried for awhile. After that, when I was beginning to feel depressed, I washed my face and my hair and laid down for an actual sleeping-nap which caused me to miss the punk bands that played.... SOB.
But I made the coffeehouse and everything after, which included an amazing worship and unconditional love and chain smoking with Al and Laurie and everyone. I went to "bed" earlier, at about 3, and accidentally woke up Sam. We were in a room with Lex and Jenna and Leanne and John, which we'd intended to be the hookup room, but none of us really hooked up.
In the morning I ate faux Frosted Flakes and danced to the Chicago soundtrack with Devi, then went back to Sam's house. We got breakfast at Dunk's and then showered and spent the day in bed (not long enough.....). We watched Bandits and then I came home.
And here I am now, late for work.
Friday was hellish. I found it extremely difficult to sit through hours of school with multiple events awaiting me later. Even worse, I had to work from 3 until 7. At 1:30, the beginning of last period, I broke down and left school to fit in a shower before work. Once at work, I managed to somehow pass 3 hours until it was 6, time for the Impressions/Amnesty coffeehouse. Yummy. My hot teachers looked hot, some of my friends even more so, and there were tons of people there. Word is, we made $1000. Amazing!! Anyways, I talked to a ton of people that night and was extremely hyper throughout. I was nervous about reading poetry in front of school-people, but managed to conquer my fear. I read an original poem, "Nocturnal," and "Peace" by C.K. Williams. Good ol' C.K., ya can rely on him for most anything. After reading, I left with Manda, Lex, and Scharr for the coffeehouse. We stopped by my house so I could get clothing for myself and then were on our way. When I got there I was greeted by big fricking hugs from (among others) Heather, Sam, Greg, Laurie, Jenna, CAITLIN!!, Deana.... wow... it was so incredible to see everyone.
Worship was pretty cool, I guess. Even better was shooting the shit with everyone afterwards. There is little more relaxing than smoking a clove or two with Laurie on my lap, Caitlin by my side, and Deana talking all our ears off. After that, since there were no planned activities, it was pretty much chill time. Manda and I flirted a lot, and when it came time to go to bed, she came with Sam and I, which made me feel uncomfortable, because I was anticipating alone time with him... but surprisingly, even when they played the burping game, all the tears that would have come out were held inside somewhere. Thank you, medication.
Saturday morning sucked because, naturally, I was tired as hell and I'd been a little sick the night before. I went to a moving workshop on the School of the Americas in the morning, then another one in the afternoon on anti-racism, led by Meggie. Cloves and giggles and tattoos compliments of Lex in between. At about 4-something, Sam and I took a nap... not really, but we tried for awhile. After that, when I was beginning to feel depressed, I washed my face and my hair and laid down for an actual sleeping-nap which caused me to miss the punk bands that played.... SOB.
But I made the coffeehouse and everything after, which included an amazing worship and unconditional love and chain smoking with Al and Laurie and everyone. I went to "bed" earlier, at about 3, and accidentally woke up Sam. We were in a room with Lex and Jenna and Leanne and John, which we'd intended to be the hookup room, but none of us really hooked up.
In the morning I ate faux Frosted Flakes and danced to the Chicago soundtrack with Devi, then went back to Sam's house. We got breakfast at Dunk's and then showered and spent the day in bed (not long enough.....). We watched Bandits and then I came home.
And here I am now, late for work.