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one week since our lives fell apart. it's been hell, i'll tell you that.
friday night, we had a semibday dinner for adrienne with karla, chevaun, and topher. that ended quickly as no one could locate steven's playstation. turns out, the brothers put it in some random car parked next to ours at the dorms. adrie and i had to run out because sean was breaking down. we drove and tried to find him, but he ended up calling so i went home.
saturday i had to work, and it was hard. i randomly broke out into tears every 15 minutes. after work i came home and slept a bit, finally, and then i forced carlos to go to two different walmarts with me looking for shoes.
sunday i also worked, but tony came in and visited me! that made me super happy, as i haven't seen him in almost a year. i <3 my scooter. jeff yelled at me and carlos for talking too much.
monday, i worked but got off at noon. i came home and got dressed, met up with chevaun and her mom and went to the funeral. the SRTs pulling up was one of the hottest things i've ever seen, and steven probably would have creamed his pants. twice.
the funeral was amazing; there was a slideshow, the chorus sang some of steven's favorite songs, and all of his friends got up to speak. that's not to say i didn't cry, alot. everyone did. his obsession with sour cream, the impact he made on everyone, flabobian.
after the funeral, chevaun and i went to her house to change before everyone went to steven's house.
everyone was just laughing, telling hilarious stories about steven, talking to his parents, his girlfriend. steven would have again, creamed his pants, over the food.
after an hour or two, adrienne, chevaun and i went to the mall to get a 'in loving memory' decal made for sean's car. then we went back to steven's house, gave that to sean, and then chevaun and i went home to change again.
we met up with adrie at the ale house, went back to her house so she could change, then back to the ale house where we chilled with josh and toni before sean, tomy, cory and that other kid showed up. we just hung out and talked, had a few laughs, and then reality set in again and we all headed home.
life is getting back to normal, a bit, but it seems like we're all just hanging out until steven gets there. and then the real party will start. we forget, and then we remember and we cry. we laugh about funny memories with him, then cry that we can't relive them with him. but he's still here. steven will always live on in us, in our hearts, in every eyelid on every SRT in the world, in his car, in his business, and in every piece of free food we ever recieve.
STEVEN 'NIGHTSHADE' LORENZ
06/11/87-04/04/06
friday night, we had a semibday dinner for adrienne with karla, chevaun, and topher. that ended quickly as no one could locate steven's playstation. turns out, the brothers put it in some random car parked next to ours at the dorms. adrie and i had to run out because sean was breaking down. we drove and tried to find him, but he ended up calling so i went home.
saturday i had to work, and it was hard. i randomly broke out into tears every 15 minutes. after work i came home and slept a bit, finally, and then i forced carlos to go to two different walmarts with me looking for shoes.
sunday i also worked, but tony came in and visited me! that made me super happy, as i haven't seen him in almost a year. i <3 my scooter. jeff yelled at me and carlos for talking too much.
monday, i worked but got off at noon. i came home and got dressed, met up with chevaun and her mom and went to the funeral. the SRTs pulling up was one of the hottest things i've ever seen, and steven probably would have creamed his pants. twice.
the funeral was amazing; there was a slideshow, the chorus sang some of steven's favorite songs, and all of his friends got up to speak. that's not to say i didn't cry, alot. everyone did. his obsession with sour cream, the impact he made on everyone, flabobian.
after the funeral, chevaun and i went to her house to change before everyone went to steven's house.
everyone was just laughing, telling hilarious stories about steven, talking to his parents, his girlfriend. steven would have again, creamed his pants, over the food.
after an hour or two, adrienne, chevaun and i went to the mall to get a 'in loving memory' decal made for sean's car. then we went back to steven's house, gave that to sean, and then chevaun and i went home to change again.
we met up with adrie at the ale house, went back to her house so she could change, then back to the ale house where we chilled with josh and toni before sean, tomy, cory and that other kid showed up. we just hung out and talked, had a few laughs, and then reality set in again and we all headed home.
life is getting back to normal, a bit, but it seems like we're all just hanging out until steven gets there. and then the real party will start. we forget, and then we remember and we cry. we laugh about funny memories with him, then cry that we can't relive them with him. but he's still here. steven will always live on in us, in our hearts, in every eyelid on every SRT in the world, in his car, in his business, and in every piece of free food we ever recieve.
STEVEN 'NIGHTSHADE' LORENZ
06/11/87-04/04/06