senior spring at amherst
despite living on this goddamn island for my entire life i still have trouble figuring out which bridge to take to escape it.
its pretty embarrassing actually. thank goodness it was only jesse in the car or i mightve flipped.
theres nothing like the feeling of going the wrong way on the GW,
eyeing the intense traffic over the median that you will very shortly have to turn around and deal with
for no reason other than you missed the cross county for the second time in a weekend.
Doom is the word.
amherst, as always, was great.
got there late friday, was immediately good at "bag" and drank some beers and beam.
bill is great. jessica joy is great. it couldve been just them and it wouldve been great.
but it was them and the rest of the couple dozen jenkins smattering of kids ive gotten to know through the years.
sleep came to everyone too early that night
and i was pissed and maybe made some silly text messages out of jealousy and boredom.
luckily no messes happened, in fact it may have opened a window or two.
im always fascinated by the phrase, "reaching out" to someone.
sometimes its the difference between reaching and grabbing that matters.
trees and branches.
saturday was jam packed.
chess at the dining hall, lobster bake frat party complete with mud pit and cover band outside in the PERFECT weather.
i probably shouldve let them throw me in. whatever, still got dirty.
walked through extrava-ganja and saw from really cool tattoos but no cool jewelry for guys. been lookin for a nice pendant necklace or somethin but none of those hippie kiosks were doin it for me.
30 of bud dry for 14$ and went back to the quad to chill. more chess with jesse and making that girl gretchen giggle.
bit of hash brownies courtesy of nikki and then started getting ready for the formal.
formal was lots of fun but im always disappointed at my inability to dance WITH girls.
by with i mean on. bump and grind. sometimes it sucks bein a skinny kid. im all angles.
boo hoo hooo
then again i dont really go out clubbing, dancing with strangers. probably just need some practice being a guid.
regardless, i cut a fuckin rug. lots of fun.
followed some girls to a random "reggae party" and then realized there was no one in the room but that 50 people had followed us, thinking we knew what was up for the night. sometimes people are funny. left the reggae party when the music started skipping.
THEN THE NIGHT REALLY BEGAN.
in an attempt to keep this short... stacie turned 22 at midnight and me jesse her and bill started wondering around. we found a partially drank 40 of steel reserve and began swigging. we walked to this girl gabys room and made her wake up at 3 am to come smoke weed in the woods with us. for some reason she agreed, i think because we were really loud, and we went walking into the dark dark dark woods. we walked to a pond and i think one of us just started setting leaves on fire and that was cool so we made a mini bonfire.
that bonfire continued for 5 hours til about 6am and we sang every fucking song we had ever heard of,
many of which we did not know the words to.
then we walked to a diner, at sunrise and i realized theres nothing any artist could possibly do
that could compare to the beauty of nature. which sucks yet is awesome.
i ordered the wrong thing. sucks!
also i realized as you get older that its harder to scam on peoples leftovers without feeling like a dirtbag,
especially if you dont know him/her very well.
we wandered to a hill where bill collapsed and the girls decided to peace.
jesse and i fell asleep playing chess on the grass.
woke up shortly afterwards to head back to bills dorm but he didnt have a key and no one was awake
fell asleep in the quad and was woken up by a passerby who thought i was dead
and by 2 policemen who recognized me from my run in with the law there THREE YEARS AGO, which i denied vehemently.
wtf. why is sleepin on the grass in perfect weather a fucking crime?
uhm. yeah. slept, a lot. went to the spring carnival very late.
took a great keychain picture with jesse, visited bills thesis gallery
and ended our visit with pizza at antones. (chicken quesadilla and hawaiian slices)
jesse kreuzer and i took the gw again, for no reason
and i dropped him off at the fung wa, where he went back to philly
and i went home.
home.
home.
NEXT WEEKEND IS ONEONTA.
SMA is playing Headyfest.
its pretty embarrassing actually. thank goodness it was only jesse in the car or i mightve flipped.
theres nothing like the feeling of going the wrong way on the GW,
eyeing the intense traffic over the median that you will very shortly have to turn around and deal with
for no reason other than you missed the cross county for the second time in a weekend.
Doom is the word.
amherst, as always, was great.
got there late friday, was immediately good at "bag" and drank some beers and beam.
bill is great. jessica joy is great. it couldve been just them and it wouldve been great.
but it was them and the rest of the couple dozen jenkins smattering of kids ive gotten to know through the years.
sleep came to everyone too early that night
and i was pissed and maybe made some silly text messages out of jealousy and boredom.
luckily no messes happened, in fact it may have opened a window or two.
im always fascinated by the phrase, "reaching out" to someone.
sometimes its the difference between reaching and grabbing that matters.
trees and branches.
saturday was jam packed.
chess at the dining hall, lobster bake frat party complete with mud pit and cover band outside in the PERFECT weather.
i probably shouldve let them throw me in. whatever, still got dirty.
walked through extrava-ganja and saw from really cool tattoos but no cool jewelry for guys. been lookin for a nice pendant necklace or somethin but none of those hippie kiosks were doin it for me.
30 of bud dry for 14$ and went back to the quad to chill. more chess with jesse and making that girl gretchen giggle.
bit of hash brownies courtesy of nikki and then started getting ready for the formal.
formal was lots of fun but im always disappointed at my inability to dance WITH girls.
by with i mean on. bump and grind. sometimes it sucks bein a skinny kid. im all angles.
boo hoo hooo
then again i dont really go out clubbing, dancing with strangers. probably just need some practice being a guid.
regardless, i cut a fuckin rug. lots of fun.
followed some girls to a random "reggae party" and then realized there was no one in the room but that 50 people had followed us, thinking we knew what was up for the night. sometimes people are funny. left the reggae party when the music started skipping.
THEN THE NIGHT REALLY BEGAN.
in an attempt to keep this short... stacie turned 22 at midnight and me jesse her and bill started wondering around. we found a partially drank 40 of steel reserve and began swigging. we walked to this girl gabys room and made her wake up at 3 am to come smoke weed in the woods with us. for some reason she agreed, i think because we were really loud, and we went walking into the dark dark dark woods. we walked to a pond and i think one of us just started setting leaves on fire and that was cool so we made a mini bonfire.
that bonfire continued for 5 hours til about 6am and we sang every fucking song we had ever heard of,
many of which we did not know the words to.
then we walked to a diner, at sunrise and i realized theres nothing any artist could possibly do
that could compare to the beauty of nature. which sucks yet is awesome.
i ordered the wrong thing. sucks!
also i realized as you get older that its harder to scam on peoples leftovers without feeling like a dirtbag,
especially if you dont know him/her very well.
we wandered to a hill where bill collapsed and the girls decided to peace.
jesse and i fell asleep playing chess on the grass.
woke up shortly afterwards to head back to bills dorm but he didnt have a key and no one was awake
fell asleep in the quad and was woken up by a passerby who thought i was dead
and by 2 policemen who recognized me from my run in with the law there THREE YEARS AGO, which i denied vehemently.
wtf. why is sleepin on the grass in perfect weather a fucking crime?
uhm. yeah. slept, a lot. went to the spring carnival very late.
took a great keychain picture with jesse, visited bills thesis gallery
and ended our visit with pizza at antones. (chicken quesadilla and hawaiian slices)
jesse kreuzer and i took the gw again, for no reason
and i dropped him off at the fung wa, where he went back to philly
and i went home.
home.
home.
NEXT WEEKEND IS ONEONTA.
SMA is playing Headyfest.