Take it easy
I haven't updated this in so very long. I don't know why exactly. There has been so much to write about...and because I am so bored right now I'm gunna write about it.
It has only been a little more then a week off from school now, feels like so much more.
I went and saw Rusted Root at Hampton Beach...with BRAD THE CRAZY HIPPIE! Kevin, Steve, and I all go to Oak Grove to pick him up, then we boot up to Hampton Beach. We are waiting for a little while, hoping he will notice my car, then we see the tall, lanky, long-haired nutcase come outta the crowd with his backpack straps pulled tight giving us a wave with his orangutan arms. He gets himself into my car (I don't exactly know HOW, but he did) then just starts packing a bowl. It was so instant, I don't understand how the pipe got out of his pocket from when he opened the door and sat down. Within minutes my car reeks of weed, but I can't smoke. I need to find out where the fuck I'm going.
Little bit of a drive and some awful sounding (but some personal favorites) Phish bootlegs, plus the passenger side flap window thing makes SO MUCH NOISE! This is noted because of how insanely hot it is, but the weather is perfect for Root. We make it there, get out and take a walk onto the beach. I can't mention how frigid the water was, it HURT. Kevin INSISTS that he could have done it...jackass lol.
Anyway after washing the sand off our feeting using a water fountain, we go into the show. At this point Brad has his pipe stored IN HIS PONYTAIL!!! Then Steve and I hit the unbelievable. They won't let us in, our IDs are sufficient for them. So after getting a helpful idea from a manager there, we ask two kind women if they would pretend to be related to us. We went in the other line, so a different guy checking, and sort of rushed him. "Oh! we are with them!" ::starts walking past him:: SO the guy says "Alright, let me just make it look good", and he checks my ID. Piece of cake, and thanks to those two woman we saw one AMAZING show. I hadn't danced that much in a while. More or less the intensity of dancing was great, completely letting loose. Such an amazing thing, and then I begin to sweat to death.
Show ends in bliss, we BOOT outta there and somehow I got Brad home before the last train out of Oak Grove.
Then I slept in Steve's room, which was remeniscent to a crack den. Since all the other crap was in the new house, all he had was a bed and a television, all bare walls and the AC taking up the whole window. With minimal light and fake, but cold, air we went to sleep to the worship station. This is after BEING crackheads when I watched the Tony Danza show and ate my muffin and drank a whole quart of milk.
When I woke (Such an amazing Rusted Root album!) the AC had apparently turned off because there was now no air AT ALL in the room. So I remained persistent in sleeping on Steve's crude shag carpet bed.
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Complete shift in story! I don't feel like typing anymore, but for the sake of you, THE READER, I will. Sean tells me of a party at Pranker's Pond, bunch of people, bunch of booze. I go, feeling CRAZY nineties movie the whoel time. When I got there, it intensified, and it was beautiful. Nick gets me a beer for the alk in, and have 4 by the time we leave, but no buzz really. It reality, it was lame. People were coming and going, it WAS the woods lol. But it was so cool cause it was a bunch of seniors hanging out, drinking, in the woods. If somehow we could have blasted some nineties rock tunes, it would have been amazing.
It makes me realize that I can't wait until school starts just to be a senior. Make myself realize I really am graduating school. For the first time really notice the people in my class.
But my wisdom teeth hurt now and I'm sick of typing.
Ken Clark Organ Trio tonight, however I need to find Sarah's house in Somerville somehow.
It has only been a little more then a week off from school now, feels like so much more.
I went and saw Rusted Root at Hampton Beach...with BRAD THE CRAZY HIPPIE! Kevin, Steve, and I all go to Oak Grove to pick him up, then we boot up to Hampton Beach. We are waiting for a little while, hoping he will notice my car, then we see the tall, lanky, long-haired nutcase come outta the crowd with his backpack straps pulled tight giving us a wave with his orangutan arms. He gets himself into my car (I don't exactly know HOW, but he did) then just starts packing a bowl. It was so instant, I don't understand how the pipe got out of his pocket from when he opened the door and sat down. Within minutes my car reeks of weed, but I can't smoke. I need to find out where the fuck I'm going.
Little bit of a drive and some awful sounding (but some personal favorites) Phish bootlegs, plus the passenger side flap window thing makes SO MUCH NOISE! This is noted because of how insanely hot it is, but the weather is perfect for Root. We make it there, get out and take a walk onto the beach. I can't mention how frigid the water was, it HURT. Kevin INSISTS that he could have done it...jackass lol.
Anyway after washing the sand off our feeting using a water fountain, we go into the show. At this point Brad has his pipe stored IN HIS PONYTAIL!!! Then Steve and I hit the unbelievable. They won't let us in, our IDs are sufficient for them. So after getting a helpful idea from a manager there, we ask two kind women if they would pretend to be related to us. We went in the other line, so a different guy checking, and sort of rushed him. "Oh! we are with them!" ::starts walking past him:: SO the guy says "Alright, let me just make it look good", and he checks my ID. Piece of cake, and thanks to those two woman we saw one AMAZING show. I hadn't danced that much in a while. More or less the intensity of dancing was great, completely letting loose. Such an amazing thing, and then I begin to sweat to death.
Show ends in bliss, we BOOT outta there and somehow I got Brad home before the last train out of Oak Grove.
Then I slept in Steve's room, which was remeniscent to a crack den. Since all the other crap was in the new house, all he had was a bed and a television, all bare walls and the AC taking up the whole window. With minimal light and fake, but cold, air we went to sleep to the worship station. This is after BEING crackheads when I watched the Tony Danza show and ate my muffin and drank a whole quart of milk.
When I woke (Such an amazing Rusted Root album!) the AC had apparently turned off because there was now no air AT ALL in the room. So I remained persistent in sleeping on Steve's crude shag carpet bed.
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Complete shift in story! I don't feel like typing anymore, but for the sake of you, THE READER, I will. Sean tells me of a party at Pranker's Pond, bunch of people, bunch of booze. I go, feeling CRAZY nineties movie the whoel time. When I got there, it intensified, and it was beautiful. Nick gets me a beer for the alk in, and have 4 by the time we leave, but no buzz really. It reality, it was lame. People were coming and going, it WAS the woods lol. But it was so cool cause it was a bunch of seniors hanging out, drinking, in the woods. If somehow we could have blasted some nineties rock tunes, it would have been amazing.
It makes me realize that I can't wait until school starts just to be a senior. Make myself realize I really am graduating school. For the first time really notice the people in my class.
But my wisdom teeth hurt now and I'm sick of typing.
Ken Clark Organ Trio tonight, however I need to find Sarah's house in Somerville somehow.