But I can't help the feeling, I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run.
i suppose i should go through a rundown of everything lately, so i'll start with prom. it was nice. i knew what to expect, so i wasn't excited about it, but it was nice to see everyone together looking nice. i can't wait to get my pictures developed.
ryan adams last saturday was amazing. he is by far one of the most talented musicians i have ever seen. i mean, he can smoke a cigarette, sing, and play guitar simultaneously. that takes skill. it was so great to see him live. i've been wanting to for years. i don't know if i liked his band so much. had it been him solo, it would have been phenomenal, but i'm not complaining. if you don't know who ryan adams is, you should definitely listen to him. after all, his cover of "wonderwall" did make noel want to play it live again. yeah. it's that good.
after seeing ryan adams (for free, i might add), i went down to our beach house in lavallette, because in jersey, what's there to do after prom besides go to the beach? before i had gone down, people were saying "melczer! we'll still be up when you get there (at one in the morning) don't worry. we probably won't even start drinking until then." and then i got there, and what... 6 people were awake? it's okay, though, since before they went to bed, apparently people took shots for me. slept on the couch with jacques only to awake at 7:30 sunday morning very cold and very blanketless. sunday. beach. food. other lavallette group's beach house. sunday night. lots of drinking. lots of nausea. no vomiting, though. monday. beach. park (where i went for a nice nap, only to awake and find random splotchy sunburns... on my face. thank you lots, mark et jacques. you could have told me I WAS SLEEPING UNDER THE SHADOW OF A TREE.). home with alissa after getting lost on the parkway and taking a detour to woodbridge. tuesday. blah. wednesday afternoon. back to the beach. walk to seaside with hannah. ate the only salad of the entire week. found a drunk east brunswicker to walk back to lavallette with. it was nice, especially since i never actually spoke to him. ever. back to the house. lots of drinking. thursday. group trip to lbi. alissa and i stayed back. went to the beach. walked down to seaside again. stole rings. carried around a dirty ass journey (the band) mirror. left it on a toilet seat. walked back to lavallette. cooked dinner. lots of drinking. friday. remained at the house with the ladies. went to the beach. again. back to the house. lots of drinking. uncle mike stops by. says he'll come back & have a beer with us later. never does (actually, i have no idea. i was asleep). saturday. lots of cleaning. home.
i had a lot of fun in lavallette. i'm still really glad we got our house there & not seaside. there was some drama, but i think that all got resolved. i did some stuff i probably shouldn't have done, but whatever. also, i am the house drunkard. and i am okay with that label.
yesterday was the last official day of school. it was kind of sad saying goodbye to all of the friends i just made this year. if it was sad saying goodbye to them, i don't know how i'll be come august when all of my other friends who i have known forever have to leave for college. it's something i haven't been thinking about much, but probably should. no. scratch that. i don't want to until it comes time for them to leave.
in english today, we brought in donuts & watched school of rock with szalecki. i never realized how much i liked the guy until today. he is one of the best teacher's i've ever had, not in the sense that i learned from him, but in the sense that he was a genuinely good person. i remember walking into class on the first day of school and seeing random beatles posters on the wall. it was a good year. he spoke to us like we were all on the same level. he was more of a friend than a teacher. it was nice. for once we had a teacher that was more concerned with what we thought about literature instead of being told what everything meant. for once, i enjoyed almost everything we read this year. maybe i'm just an existentialist.
we're graduating in exactly a week.
ryan adams last saturday was amazing. he is by far one of the most talented musicians i have ever seen. i mean, he can smoke a cigarette, sing, and play guitar simultaneously. that takes skill. it was so great to see him live. i've been wanting to for years. i don't know if i liked his band so much. had it been him solo, it would have been phenomenal, but i'm not complaining. if you don't know who ryan adams is, you should definitely listen to him. after all, his cover of "wonderwall" did make noel want to play it live again. yeah. it's that good.
after seeing ryan adams (for free, i might add), i went down to our beach house in lavallette, because in jersey, what's there to do after prom besides go to the beach? before i had gone down, people were saying "melczer! we'll still be up when you get there (at one in the morning) don't worry. we probably won't even start drinking until then." and then i got there, and what... 6 people were awake? it's okay, though, since before they went to bed, apparently people took shots for me. slept on the couch with jacques only to awake at 7:30 sunday morning very cold and very blanketless. sunday. beach. food. other lavallette group's beach house. sunday night. lots of drinking. lots of nausea. no vomiting, though. monday. beach. park (where i went for a nice nap, only to awake and find random splotchy sunburns... on my face. thank you lots, mark et jacques. you could have told me I WAS SLEEPING UNDER THE SHADOW OF A TREE.). home with alissa after getting lost on the parkway and taking a detour to woodbridge. tuesday. blah. wednesday afternoon. back to the beach. walk to seaside with hannah. ate the only salad of the entire week. found a drunk east brunswicker to walk back to lavallette with. it was nice, especially since i never actually spoke to him. ever. back to the house. lots of drinking. thursday. group trip to lbi. alissa and i stayed back. went to the beach. walked down to seaside again. stole rings. carried around a dirty ass journey (the band) mirror. left it on a toilet seat. walked back to lavallette. cooked dinner. lots of drinking. friday. remained at the house with the ladies. went to the beach. again. back to the house. lots of drinking. uncle mike stops by. says he'll come back & have a beer with us later. never does (actually, i have no idea. i was asleep). saturday. lots of cleaning. home.
i had a lot of fun in lavallette. i'm still really glad we got our house there & not seaside. there was some drama, but i think that all got resolved. i did some stuff i probably shouldn't have done, but whatever. also, i am the house drunkard. and i am okay with that label.
yesterday was the last official day of school. it was kind of sad saying goodbye to all of the friends i just made this year. if it was sad saying goodbye to them, i don't know how i'll be come august when all of my other friends who i have known forever have to leave for college. it's something i haven't been thinking about much, but probably should. no. scratch that. i don't want to until it comes time for them to leave.
in english today, we brought in donuts & watched school of rock with szalecki. i never realized how much i liked the guy until today. he is one of the best teacher's i've ever had, not in the sense that i learned from him, but in the sense that he was a genuinely good person. i remember walking into class on the first day of school and seeing random beatles posters on the wall. it was a good year. he spoke to us like we were all on the same level. he was more of a friend than a teacher. it was nice. for once we had a teacher that was more concerned with what we thought about literature instead of being told what everything meant. for once, i enjoyed almost everything we read this year. maybe i'm just an existentialist.
we're graduating in exactly a week.