Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Believe in What??

So... with macaroni and cheese stuck to these keyboards, I will describe to the best of my memory, how it felt to move--very eruptly--into these new walls. And man, was it an adjustment. I didn't appreciate it. The newness. The clean, white, unadjusted, unlived, inexperienced walls. And I was very reluctant to accept it. But alas, I had to.

Much as I chugged before beginning this paragraph, I was prepared and had to accept the consequences of a new spot. I was willing, (as much as i was unwilling), and gradually got use to it. And to be completely honest, I'm still not use to being alone and lonely. Which is one in the same, really. ugh. Here I am again, rambling. I have nothing really to say, then again i have much--but as far as this blog goes...not really. Sometimes I just want to rant, and to be honest that's what this shit is for.

Ever notice how SHIT and This have similar letters. the same EXACT Fucking letters. maybe that means that "this" in ANY context is actually "shit'.. hahah You think?? hah Maybe not.

Either way, I've been working on a script that should sum up my high school years in about 45 minutes. I'm hoping it's not a sham and actually makes sense. (My beer is warm now. warmer than what I'd normally like.)

I must go. This entry has no purpose. Just drunken rambles and singing insanity.



i apologize to the 3 people that tune in. This holds nothing but... nothing but, well.... shit.


better to be proceded.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

If Walls Could Talk.

I remember the feeling I had as I walked into the second floor apartment and slowly moved my stuff in from the basement. There was this sense of sadness because it felt like I was leaving my "teenage/high school" years behind. Which I was. Yet still I was so excited, because of the new life I was going to live. Which I did. That time of my life even has it's own smell. Every chapter does, though.

My walls have seen almost everything. Man, when I think about it my mind almost goes into overload. The amount of people at one time. The number of different people. The ones that were permanent fixtures. The ones that weren't. It was quite a time. And for the past four years this has been where I call home. My home. The cool kitchen floor against my hot drunken cheek. Or the couches me & Jess so frequently pouted on due to our horny and loneliness. All of our roommates and their issues, (Kirby puking in the couch & sleeping in it). Themed parties, straight boys kissing, indoor ollying, x cherry popping, streaking, vodka waterfalls and naked manginas. My apartment literally has seen it all.

I won't say too much more, because if my walls could talk, I don't believe they'd want me spending too much time grieving over leaving them behind. We had a magnificent run and shared uber special moments and memories. Seriously, words cannot express how much laughter has been exchanged in this place. I could develop abs from how much we would laugh.
Yep, it was something awfully special.

Friday I say goodbye to my longtime friend and will say hello to a new set of walls. I wonder what new experiences we'll have together. I find myself feeling the same way I did when I moved into my first apartment. This time is a little harder I must say though. I'm leaving the nest and the familiarity I've grown to love about my crappy small apartment. All the suckiness, happiness, laughter, boredom, bitterness, anymosity, drunken times, drunken tears, busted laptops, party friends... all the pizza boxes, delicious ham dinners, horniness, masturbating interruptions, witches across the street and late night conversations that saved each others sanity....

Nostalgic is an understatement.