Why can’t numbers be easy - Im not talking about mathematics either…
The weekends are like cake. (don’t read if u don’t like entries that go through what happened on a night) I have to say Ive been very fortunate to have probably the best two weekends I’ve had in a long time on campus. Some crazy fucked up adventures and a lot of great new people. Friday alone was an adventure in itself: Met Bannon’s cousins (ironically live down our hall). They drove us to the new apts and hung out for a bit. Then drove us to the dells (410), drank as much of the keg as we could cause the place was packed. I saw somethings there that may have scarred my mind for life. Then we walked around with keg beer to 528(?), met up with Bannon and his cousins and a bunch of other cool people I never met. I actually saw Joe Burke there, and he brought Wendells Double Dare wings and was daring people to eat them. I’ve never seen grown men cry like that before (well there was the ALCS last year). Fire alarm went off (maybe it was the wings?). Almost got in a fight with a black fraternity (Thanks to drunk Jeremy). We ran after that, decided to hit up an apt party at 1425 - met more people, found out my buddy Ken lives there. Beirut. Went to 1106, more Beirut and people. Kev lost his GF, so me and John decided to help find her. I peed on things I shouldn’t have. Met some new friends on the third floor. They took me and John back to Roberts dorms. Hung out with them, and they fed us chocolate truffles (fuckin great). Then I met a drummer in the hallway. He new the girls who lived in the dorm and asked us all over to his room. We jammed with his set and some acoustics. Performed some illegal things on his balcony. Jammed more. Talked more. Then me and John decided to leave. On our way out John says “this has been one fucked up night, but I have a feeling its not over yet…” We walk across ring road and found a CD case with like a hundred CDs in it. What an adventure. Finished the night watching Animal Planet with Darkside of the Moon…I don’t like to write long entries about what Ive done, but I wanted to make sure Id remember that night.
I think Im just as guilty, but it still burns. (This is a better read then the last one) I think we’ve all messed up situations that could’ve proven to have opened up something amazing. I feel like I’ve done that. Maybe it’s someone you meet or a situation that is crushed by a stubborn decision or lack of one at all. It’s a horrible feeling to think you have a situation under control and then it just dangles off your finger tips until its gone. I think of it like this. Meeting people or dealing with a situation is a lot more fragile then we think. If you think about it, there is a billion ways to scratch your elbow. A billion ways to move your arm. Maybe there’s a delay. Your fingernails are too short so it takes longer to itch. By the way this is a piss-poor analogy but bear with me. The fact is, the goal is the same. You want your elbow to stop being itchy. Much like you want a situation to work in your favor. But there is a lot of elements that you may not realize that are there. For example maybe you itch your elbow, not realizing there is a large glass of red juice on the table - you knock that over in the itching process, and now you gotta stain in the shape of Maine and a forgotten itch. Sometimes we take the simplicity of certain issues for granted and we end up fucking everything up because of outside elements that we may not have realized were there. I know this may not make perfect sense to you, but to me it does - I guess that’s all that matters really….I guess just be careful and if you see the right opportunities go for them, because when you delay, there is more room for something to go wrong; and all of a sudden that door you wanted to open, closes right in your face. Now you’re sitting there realizing all the things you should have done, wondering how this issue drifted from your fingertips.
Well I think the roomie gave up studying, so we're gonna find something to do. Dorms make me go crazy.
I think Im just as guilty, but it still burns. (This is a better read then the last one) I think we’ve all messed up situations that could’ve proven to have opened up something amazing. I feel like I’ve done that. Maybe it’s someone you meet or a situation that is crushed by a stubborn decision or lack of one at all. It’s a horrible feeling to think you have a situation under control and then it just dangles off your finger tips until its gone. I think of it like this. Meeting people or dealing with a situation is a lot more fragile then we think. If you think about it, there is a billion ways to scratch your elbow. A billion ways to move your arm. Maybe there’s a delay. Your fingernails are too short so it takes longer to itch. By the way this is a piss-poor analogy but bear with me. The fact is, the goal is the same. You want your elbow to stop being itchy. Much like you want a situation to work in your favor. But there is a lot of elements that you may not realize that are there. For example maybe you itch your elbow, not realizing there is a large glass of red juice on the table - you knock that over in the itching process, and now you gotta stain in the shape of Maine and a forgotten itch. Sometimes we take the simplicity of certain issues for granted and we end up fucking everything up because of outside elements that we may not have realized were there. I know this may not make perfect sense to you, but to me it does - I guess that’s all that matters really….I guess just be careful and if you see the right opportunities go for them, because when you delay, there is more room for something to go wrong; and all of a sudden that door you wanted to open, closes right in your face. Now you’re sitting there realizing all the things you should have done, wondering how this issue drifted from your fingertips.
Well I think the roomie gave up studying, so we're gonna find something to do. Dorms make me go crazy.