Tuttle Creek Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
I wish I had time for this kind of thing more often. I just watched About A Boy, drank an appletini (my sister needs to work on her martinis...but not too shabby all in all), and chilled in Aggieville for a day. I really enjoy that movie...it elicits a slew (SLU) of emotions that have no name. I feel like the Inuits would have a word to describe what I'm feeling right now: sort of simultaneously excited, nervous, melancholy about the immediate future...nervous in the sense that I have some vague idea of what's to come but really it's less concrete than I'd like and probably much more difficult than I imagine. I've always been that way though, wishing to know every angle before I jump in. Maybe this whole uncertainy thing is good for me, then...my dad would tell me it will make me stronger and build a better character for me.
Hanging out with Phil and Rita last night was a sort of bipolar experience...almost like the end of my undergrad days. The final sands of the hourglass dropping out as I polished off several margaritas and a watered down white russian at the Salty Lip. That really sounds more melodramatic than I'd like it to be, and I'd change it but when I read it I get a real "Wizard of Oz," locked in the tower, feeling and I'd liek to hang onto that. I suppose I'm beginning to realize how soon it is I'll be leaving, though the full effect probably won't hit until I start packing up. You'd like to think you'll keep in touch with everyone but you can see how well that works out after less than even a year. I think you hold onto the ones that mean the most to you and the rest sort of fade away with high school and dip-n'-dots (ice cream of the future my ass). All in all that night off, away from study and stress, was good for me. I made decent conversation with the waitress/bartender serving us. We talked about Kansas City and that giant fountain the middle of the plaza, who defaced it, what you'd do with a statue head from 1650. I bought her a drink and she asked if I lived around here or if I came down often. Had I more wits about me I would've said "yes" and made some attempt to exchange numbers instead of a half-sincere hand squeeze and kiss on the cheek. Eh, who am I kidding? That was 94% sincere and 100% a result of her weak-ass white russian. If I wanted skim milk I would've gone over to Aldy's and gotten it myself. Which I also did.
I went to a bookstore today and bought some Chuck Palahniuk and Nick Hornby. Every time I pick up one of those things I feel like a dolt...like I should be reading BARbauld or Johnathan Swift. The Creighton English department did their job. I hope this subsquent year brings more interesting things to talk about because at the moment my life is about as exciting as Justin Johns in a lightsaber battle with William Slattery. Wait...I meant 1000 times LESS cool. I think a change, in general, would be good for me. Two months to go.
Also happy Birfday Pelite. I think I've utilized about every internet-based source to wish you one; next comes the singing mattmeeks-gram. Just wait for your present...I won't give anything away but it's not not a surprise visit from Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Hanging out with Phil and Rita last night was a sort of bipolar experience...almost like the end of my undergrad days. The final sands of the hourglass dropping out as I polished off several margaritas and a watered down white russian at the Salty Lip. That really sounds more melodramatic than I'd like it to be, and I'd change it but when I read it I get a real "Wizard of Oz," locked in the tower, feeling and I'd liek to hang onto that. I suppose I'm beginning to realize how soon it is I'll be leaving, though the full effect probably won't hit until I start packing up. You'd like to think you'll keep in touch with everyone but you can see how well that works out after less than even a year. I think you hold onto the ones that mean the most to you and the rest sort of fade away with high school and dip-n'-dots (ice cream of the future my ass). All in all that night off, away from study and stress, was good for me. I made decent conversation with the waitress/bartender serving us. We talked about Kansas City and that giant fountain the middle of the plaza, who defaced it, what you'd do with a statue head from 1650. I bought her a drink and she asked if I lived around here or if I came down often. Had I more wits about me I would've said "yes" and made some attempt to exchange numbers instead of a half-sincere hand squeeze and kiss on the cheek. Eh, who am I kidding? That was 94% sincere and 100% a result of her weak-ass white russian. If I wanted skim milk I would've gone over to Aldy's and gotten it myself. Which I also did.
I went to a bookstore today and bought some Chuck Palahniuk and Nick Hornby. Every time I pick up one of those things I feel like a dolt...like I should be reading BARbauld or Johnathan Swift. The Creighton English department did their job. I hope this subsquent year brings more interesting things to talk about because at the moment my life is about as exciting as Justin Johns in a lightsaber battle with William Slattery. Wait...I meant 1000 times LESS cool. I think a change, in general, would be good for me. Two months to go.
Also happy Birfday Pelite. I think I've utilized about every internet-based source to wish you one; next comes the singing mattmeeks-gram. Just wait for your present...I won't give anything away but it's not not a surprise visit from Kareem Abdul-Jabbar