alternate title: weekend in review, but frankly it’s a bit of a blur.
it all started on friday night. there were enchiladas at Julio’s: delicious. there was an exceedingly long trip to La Fresh in the spirit of ganja: it took nearly 30 minutes to pick up some brownie mix and water. then there was the party next door. the 3a.m. tubthumping. the angry techno. the hours awake. and then silence. and sleep. and an early morning. and fatigue.
i remember all my life.
raining down as cold as ice.
shadows of a man…
a face through a window…
crying in the night.
and night goes into morning
just another day.
another day.
no day but today.
saturday night was the annual thanksgiving party at b.g.’s. i managed to time it so i missed all the people eating standing up. it was pretty good but i was ready to pass out the whole time. and i hate pinatas. eventually things slowed down and we moved to the Hole In The Wall, an Austin original. the band was somewhat entertaining and i got to chat with the realtor. all in all: a typical night in the life of a math party. i got to hang out with some cool people who make me laugh and who i don’t see nearly enough. beer, laughs, what more do you need?
apparently more Z’s.
i had a 10am “appointment” on sunday that i was a bit sleepy for. but it went really well regardless and served as an excellent substitute for coffee.
tim and i have started “scheduling” acitivities so that we don’t suck. seems that too many nights drown in the deluge of computer dorkness and food. so between coffees and sandwiches and beers, tim and i got “heaps” done this weekend, particularly on his house. i’m so happy about this because fixing up his house has been a chore long in the waiting. i mean, sure i love going to the hardware store, but i like making tim’s house a home even more. what can i say? it’s what i do.
and now, not much time before thanksgiving holiday. i’m hyped for good times and more scheduled tasks. i also hope i can get my ass in gear and get some much needed work done. lately i’ve been having a hard time focussing. perhaps i’m frustrated over my last exam. or perhaps i’m bored. this week i was panicking over nonsense, only to realize that there might be a god after all. it was strange … i got to thinking about all my friends i lost over stupid drama (re my old website title: “your life has never been short on drama”). and then out of the blue, an old pal from MASS gets in touch with me with the sole purpose of dispelling any leftover drama from that crazy semester in “Happy” Valley. and then another message from a fellow MASSer. and then James. and then Dave L from Assram shows up in Austin. but it had to happen right?: just when i think i’m crazy, the fates step in to remind me that people are ok. time always does the talking, so it’s alright to shut up once in a while. i love my friends. every last one of them.
last night tim bought me a couple $2.75 guinnesses at the Drafthouse. i hadn’t been there for a while and it was nice to relax after a day of being a psycho. afterwards, he let me borrow his car so i could make a HEB run. after i dropped off the car i decided to walk back to my new place. i took my ipod and my hat and breathed some fresh air. “Call and Answer” was on as I walked by some stranger playing an acoustic guitar on his porch. cynically, when i see anyone playing a guitar in public, i figure that they’re just fishing for attention from sappy girls. but my coat was warm and i was feeling nice, so i gave a smile as i walked by, and kept on smiling until i got home and fell asleep with my computer on my lap.
I think it’s getting to the point
where I can be myself again
I think it’s getting to the point
where we have almost made amends
I think it’s the getting to the point
that is the hardest part
and if you call, I will answer
and if you fall, I’ll pick you up
and if you court this disaster
I’ll point you home
You think I only think about you
when we’re both in the same room
You think I’m only here to witness
the remains of love exhumed
You think we’re here to play
a game of who loves more than whom
and if you call, I will answer
and if you fall, I’ll pick you up
and if you court this disaster
I’ll point you home
You think it’s only fair to do what’s
best for you and you alone
You think it’s only fair to do the same to me when you’re not home
I think it’s time to make this something that is
more than only fair
so if you call, I will answer
and if you fall, I’ll pick you up
and if you court this disaster
I’ll point you home
But I’m warning you, don’t ever do
those crazy, messed-up things that you do
If you ever do,
I promise you I’ll be the first to crucify you
Now it’s time to prove that you’ve come back
here to rebuild
Rebulid…
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