weekend
To start things off, I’ve decided to write about the important shit first, meaning that the events of New Albany will have to wait until another date to tell.
i feel really weird about this weekend. Everything’s been a direct link to something else, which spawns something else but then it all adverts back to the same concept or core conversation.
This weekend, Patrick and I spent Friday night out with Adam. First doing math, then proceeding to rock n’ bowl. Britney and Joe were supposed to meet us there, but some shit happened and they couldn’t join us…perhaps this was to build the relationship between Adam, Pat, and myself; I really don’t know at this point.
Saturday we awoke at 4590 shires ct. I cleaned a little while pat laid comatose on the futon upstairs. I bathed the dog, and made sure everything was in order for the weekend in my unexpected HUNCH absence. My father gave me his old digital camera. This is important but I don’t know why just yet.
We stopped by the 325 studio downtown to pick up a change of clothes for young Maher, before our departure. Destination? Hiram College. Reasoning? Hunch that someone was in need up there.
We arrive in Hiram at approximately 3:00 PM and get acquainted with Sir Jonathan Baldwin, Level 19 Elf.
Uninformed that Hiram was on lock down in certain dorms for CYF state convention, I knew something was up with Mr. Baldwin. I know because when Jon needed camp and me the most, we were there. Now in that same spot, we are all there. There was a reason for us going, we just didn’t know until we got there.
I felt a very awkward tension that I haven’t felt in a long time. Have you ever told the truth to everyone, but then just NOT told the one person what’s so crucial. Maybe you don’t want to hurt them, perhaps you’re being selfish cause this person will yell at you? I donno… yeah that happened. I was hanging out with a Ms. Rebecca Oden and Jon at the same time. Now I’ve been open with Becca about everything…EVERYTHING! But it still felt like I wasn’t saying something, or like something was missing…and I felt awful about it. Shortly after which the young and budding CYF’rs bring backup. I met up with the finest that Wilmington Conference has to offer. Rachel, Alyssa, Natalie, Becca, Michelle, and others. Jon and I swiftly took no hesitance in swooning them with our voice and music. Rest assured they melted.
After which we got a bite to eat and hit up the movie store, where they DIDN’T have I HEART HUCKABEES (what the fuck type of video store do they think they are??!!).
We weren’t supposed to watch it though, cause that would have changed the mood for the weekend.
Swiftly changing course we moved on to drop young Angela off at the KC to make calls, and do her thang. Jon, Pat, and I sought out refuge in the local mini-mart grocery store. We had no idea what we were in for.
We didn’t even know this lady, and we were already having spirit conversations with her. She picked up on our auras like a FUCKING FBI search dog or something…and I quote:
“So what is he all about?” - pat to store clerk asking about her take on me.
“I know this is gonna sound vague, but it’s on a much higher level. You help people.”
There it was plain and simple.
“Okay, well what about me then?” - pat this time referencing himself as the subject matter
“You? You just hang out.”
Jon had left by this time to resort to the lonely dorm of the 93 variety.
We followed his heed and headed back there too. When we arrived, we were welcomed with open arms, good thing they weren’t drawn too…..SHIT!
Apparently people fitting mine and pat’s description stole some shit on fat Tuesday between the hours of 5:30PM and 9:00 PM. (for all who don’t know, fat Tuesday is the day before ash Wednesday….I believe it was Feb. ninth this year).
Pat and I A) wouldn’t and DIDN’T jack anything
B) Couldn’t have due to the technicality that we ONLY go on weekends
C) We were in Columbus during the time of the robbery
However pat and I fit multiple descriptions of the fuckers.
1) a pair of people (two)
2) One tall guy and one smaller guy (artist depiction)
3) Non Hiram Students (both pat and I)
So due to the tripod of information the cops had, we had to go through two hours of questioning that night only to return the next day and fill out a form stating that we weren’t even in the same county at the time of the robbery.
Rest assured we got off scotch free, but MAN is that ever sketchy.
We then pick Jon’s ass up and go to some Irish chicks’ apartment. They are both great people who surround themselves with good company just ripe to bear the fruit of John and Pat humor. We proceeded to purchase our own case of Miller High Life (It’s Miller Time Baby-Pat). I drink two beers and call it quits (haha learned my lesson REAL quick there). Jon was forgetting the events of that night, and pat was just having a good time.
Eli was pretty cool, he was a quick adapter to People and brought up man valid argue points on the Christian faith and system of messiah. Marian was blindsided by the good guy, bad guy scenario, but she locked onto it faster than rice onto an asian person.
We proceeded to swoon them too.
6:30 AM rolls around and people are starting and finishing the art of leaving. Jon and pat and I crashed there for the night. Everyone else moved upstairs, but jon slept in one recliner, pat in the other. I, myself, was on the futon (haha bitches). Whereas those two didn’t wake up as easily, I did. 8:30 AM.
I’m up and hang out for a while by myself just thinking about how I missed people back at home….people being Britney, and Sean, and Jamie….a lot of Jamie.
Pat and I went into the Five Oh home land camp ground to “turn ourselves in.”
We then went back to jons place and giggled a bit, talked a little bit, spoke of the future….sounds like Mr. Baldwin likes the idea of Chicago too.
Patrick and I stop in at the stop n’ go one last time to pick up some smokes before we get started on our voyage home.
Turns out the lady that we soul spoke to last night was working again, and ALSO works in the fire department, and could have cleared up the whole ordeal if we would have just said something…..haha too late.
On the way home, we’re listening to Alanis Morisette’s Jagged Little Pill Cd….and the song head over heals came on and it fits how I feel for Jamie soooo soooo perfectly….if you get a chance, listen…you’ll understand where I’m commin from.
Yeah, so we get home…I drop pat off and move on to home. I had a fabulous time with my family celebrating my mother and father’s 22nd anniversary.
After I get home, I walk out to my car and as soon as I do, Adam and Pat pull up (weird much?). We then proceed to see the movie The Jacket.
SUPURB movie!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean and Britney ESPECIALLY need to see it…possibly together.
Now I’m at home contemplating it all, because I left out a lot of little details and don’t really wanna type all that shit out….but at least know that I’ll be indisposed of for the next few days as I’m lost in one or two trains of thoughts.
This cannot be avoided, thought is inevitable, I wont understand why until I’m already there.
How am I not myself?
How can I improve upon a relationship that already means so much to me?
How do I explain this past weekend to anyone but Pat?
-the answer to this one is easy; the only people who were supposed to witness and experience it were and did. It CANNOT be repeated
anyways…hit me up with some responses….
i feel really weird about this weekend. Everything’s been a direct link to something else, which spawns something else but then it all adverts back to the same concept or core conversation.
This weekend, Patrick and I spent Friday night out with Adam. First doing math, then proceeding to rock n’ bowl. Britney and Joe were supposed to meet us there, but some shit happened and they couldn’t join us…perhaps this was to build the relationship between Adam, Pat, and myself; I really don’t know at this point.
Saturday we awoke at 4590 shires ct. I cleaned a little while pat laid comatose on the futon upstairs. I bathed the dog, and made sure everything was in order for the weekend in my unexpected HUNCH absence. My father gave me his old digital camera. This is important but I don’t know why just yet.
We stopped by the 325 studio downtown to pick up a change of clothes for young Maher, before our departure. Destination? Hiram College. Reasoning? Hunch that someone was in need up there.
We arrive in Hiram at approximately 3:00 PM and get acquainted with Sir Jonathan Baldwin, Level 19 Elf.
Uninformed that Hiram was on lock down in certain dorms for CYF state convention, I knew something was up with Mr. Baldwin. I know because when Jon needed camp and me the most, we were there. Now in that same spot, we are all there. There was a reason for us going, we just didn’t know until we got there.
I felt a very awkward tension that I haven’t felt in a long time. Have you ever told the truth to everyone, but then just NOT told the one person what’s so crucial. Maybe you don’t want to hurt them, perhaps you’re being selfish cause this person will yell at you? I donno… yeah that happened. I was hanging out with a Ms. Rebecca Oden and Jon at the same time. Now I’ve been open with Becca about everything…EVERYTHING! But it still felt like I wasn’t saying something, or like something was missing…and I felt awful about it. Shortly after which the young and budding CYF’rs bring backup. I met up with the finest that Wilmington Conference has to offer. Rachel, Alyssa, Natalie, Becca, Michelle, and others. Jon and I swiftly took no hesitance in swooning them with our voice and music. Rest assured they melted.
After which we got a bite to eat and hit up the movie store, where they DIDN’T have I HEART HUCKABEES (what the fuck type of video store do they think they are??!!).
We weren’t supposed to watch it though, cause that would have changed the mood for the weekend.
Swiftly changing course we moved on to drop young Angela off at the KC to make calls, and do her thang. Jon, Pat, and I sought out refuge in the local mini-mart grocery store. We had no idea what we were in for.
We didn’t even know this lady, and we were already having spirit conversations with her. She picked up on our auras like a FUCKING FBI search dog or something…and I quote:
“So what is he all about?” - pat to store clerk asking about her take on me.
“I know this is gonna sound vague, but it’s on a much higher level. You help people.”
There it was plain and simple.
“Okay, well what about me then?” - pat this time referencing himself as the subject matter
“You? You just hang out.”
Jon had left by this time to resort to the lonely dorm of the 93 variety.
We followed his heed and headed back there too. When we arrived, we were welcomed with open arms, good thing they weren’t drawn too…..SHIT!
Apparently people fitting mine and pat’s description stole some shit on fat Tuesday between the hours of 5:30PM and 9:00 PM. (for all who don’t know, fat Tuesday is the day before ash Wednesday….I believe it was Feb. ninth this year).
Pat and I A) wouldn’t and DIDN’T jack anything
B) Couldn’t have due to the technicality that we ONLY go on weekends
C) We were in Columbus during the time of the robbery
However pat and I fit multiple descriptions of the fuckers.
1) a pair of people (two)
2) One tall guy and one smaller guy (artist depiction)
3) Non Hiram Students (both pat and I)
So due to the tripod of information the cops had, we had to go through two hours of questioning that night only to return the next day and fill out a form stating that we weren’t even in the same county at the time of the robbery.
Rest assured we got off scotch free, but MAN is that ever sketchy.
We then pick Jon’s ass up and go to some Irish chicks’ apartment. They are both great people who surround themselves with good company just ripe to bear the fruit of John and Pat humor. We proceeded to purchase our own case of Miller High Life (It’s Miller Time Baby-Pat). I drink two beers and call it quits (haha learned my lesson REAL quick there). Jon was forgetting the events of that night, and pat was just having a good time.
Eli was pretty cool, he was a quick adapter to People and brought up man valid argue points on the Christian faith and system of messiah. Marian was blindsided by the good guy, bad guy scenario, but she locked onto it faster than rice onto an asian person.
We proceeded to swoon them too.
6:30 AM rolls around and people are starting and finishing the art of leaving. Jon and pat and I crashed there for the night. Everyone else moved upstairs, but jon slept in one recliner, pat in the other. I, myself, was on the futon (haha bitches). Whereas those two didn’t wake up as easily, I did. 8:30 AM.
I’m up and hang out for a while by myself just thinking about how I missed people back at home….people being Britney, and Sean, and Jamie….a lot of Jamie.
Pat and I went into the Five Oh home land camp ground to “turn ourselves in.”
We then went back to jons place and giggled a bit, talked a little bit, spoke of the future….sounds like Mr. Baldwin likes the idea of Chicago too.
Patrick and I stop in at the stop n’ go one last time to pick up some smokes before we get started on our voyage home.
Turns out the lady that we soul spoke to last night was working again, and ALSO works in the fire department, and could have cleared up the whole ordeal if we would have just said something…..haha too late.
On the way home, we’re listening to Alanis Morisette’s Jagged Little Pill Cd….and the song head over heals came on and it fits how I feel for Jamie soooo soooo perfectly….if you get a chance, listen…you’ll understand where I’m commin from.
Yeah, so we get home…I drop pat off and move on to home. I had a fabulous time with my family celebrating my mother and father’s 22nd anniversary.
After I get home, I walk out to my car and as soon as I do, Adam and Pat pull up (weird much?). We then proceed to see the movie The Jacket.
SUPURB movie!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sean and Britney ESPECIALLY need to see it…possibly together.
Now I’m at home contemplating it all, because I left out a lot of little details and don’t really wanna type all that shit out….but at least know that I’ll be indisposed of for the next few days as I’m lost in one or two trains of thoughts.
This cannot be avoided, thought is inevitable, I wont understand why until I’m already there.
How am I not myself?
How can I improve upon a relationship that already means so much to me?
How do I explain this past weekend to anyone but Pat?
-the answer to this one is easy; the only people who were supposed to witness and experience it were and did. It CANNOT be repeated
anyways…hit me up with some responses….