I need to write. Big figging time.
First of all, I need to address a few people really quick. I feel as if I need to explain something to you, in front of...well...whomever is taking the time to read this.
Chloe Fox.
I love you. So much. And I know, we exchange "I love you's" a lot because we really DO love each other as best friends should. I hate that I'm so upset at the fact that you're dating Seth now. And I'm not mad at you, or him, or anything that has anything to do with you two dating. I hate it because I didn't take the freaking chance all of those times you were with me at Kim and Dave's watching Notre Dame. But I'm not now, nor will I ever be upset at anything you say or do.
Adam Friedman.
God...I write and talk about you so much. I promise no homo, but it's getting to that point where even my mother questions my sexuality. Well whatever. But I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you being my friend again. I know it seems childish, me always bitching about our friendship. But really, you're one of the most important people in my life. I hope it stays that way this time. Just...fucking hit me in the face next time I act up.
Taylor Wicker.
You know...it was you who inspired me to start up my own blog and record my feelings and such. And lately, I've yet to really insert a meaningful post here. Anyways. I was catching up on you blog tonight, and needless to say, it was beautiful. You are absolutely one of my favorite writers. And I read H.P. Lovecraft and Marry Higgins Clark books, so I hope you're honored...again. Anyways. I hate that we haven't spoken in ever. And I hate that we haven't hung out at all. I remember that we planned on it over the summer, but life got in the way, which is totally understandable. I was just wanting to how you were and everything. I mean, that's if you even read this junk. Just saying. I miss you, and you're great.
Okay now...okay now I'm gonna write about what happened the other night.
I was watching some college basketball and eating a pizza. Again. I swear, a pizza is made EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THIS HOUSE.
That and grilled cheeses. I fucking love grilled cheeses.
So my little puppy dog, Snickers HAD to go outside and chase things ONE more time before we went to bed.
And as I'm standing at the threshold of my sun room that leads outside, I started to space out into the nature.
It had been cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary all damn day. I loved it. I love cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary days like it had been THAT day. And I was remembering something that I was doing earlier on before it had gotten dark. I was hunched over the back of my couch in the front of my house that looks out passed our bay window.
It wasn't sunny since the clouds had blanketed the sky, but the sun was still behind the clouds...it's not like it just disappeared...so there was still a dim grey lighting upon the earth. It was still raining like it had been that morning, and it was about three in the afternoon at this point. I looked down into the garden below out window. It's funny, because I can't even tell you what's planted there. Just a bunch of flowers and bushed and plants and such.
HOWEVER
I did know the name of the plants. It's called a yucca plant. My grandma had one of them growing in the front of the garage in Kentucky. They aren't regarded as a "pretty" plant, but I like them. They grow as a big yellow bulb and eventually sword-like leaves starting sprouting from the bulb. The one we have is about five years old, so it's pretty big.
Raindrops fell on and off the leaves for fifteen minutes. Eventually the rain let up and the raindrops were able to stay on the leaves without falling off. I stared at those raindrops for forever. I just wanted to live in one of those little drops. With the grey light and the green from the leaves making it a minty green color. it just looked so beautiful. I wish I could live my life in a watery minty green bubble.
Well anyways, I'm standing at the threshold waiting for Snickers, who was still barking at something. I decided to walk out into the grass. It was almost icy. My feet against the cold, wet grass. The mud was slick too. I probably could have broken out went down the hill. I could see my breath so clearly. I don't think it was THAT cold out. I kinda just stood there. I wasn't thinking about anything. Just standing. And I hadn't realized that Snickers was like, "Hey dude, lemme back in the fucking house. My paws are cold." For some reason I find it appropriate for my little five pound chihuahua to say "fuck."
I just felt like getting that out of my system. I know it's not worded exactly how it should be. I need to revamp my writing techniques and such. I feel like I'm getting further away from how I used to write. It might just be in my head.
Any errors? Lemme know. It's four in the morning and I'm tired.
I only hope that Adam, Chloe and Taywick read this.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
College Hoops
Okay. Ok. Okie.
This is gonna be a blog post dedicated to ONLY the 24 Hour College Hoops Marathon.
Sound boring?
I don't give a fig. Or fuck. Whatever.
So here are MY predictions of EVERY game in the marathon.
Oh. And major ups to my bud Jeff Yager for helping me out and such. We're thinking of starting our own sports blog. Now THAT would be awesome.
But lets get to the scores and predictions.
Game 1: Miami at No. 19 Memphis
I'm a little late for this one considering the game has already started. HOWEVER. It's at half-time right now, and Miami in only one point behind Memphis. I'm calling the upset. Miami over Memphis by 5 points.
Game 2: St.John's and St.Mary's
This is a really odd game. Two devout catholic schools playing each other? Expect blood. St.John is returning ten, count 'em, TEN seniors from last year. And even though St.Mary's lost their two biggest post-players, they have one of the best shooting back courts in the country. It's gonna be a doozy, but I'm thinking St.Mary's barely squeeze by in a tight game. Sorry Gaels, but even this win doesn't promote you to "knock-off" status in the WCC.
Game 3: Central Michigan at Hawaii
Don't bother with this game fellas. Both teams are mediocre at best and CMY played an early Sunday game already. They aren't used to the time change, so I'm going with Hawaii by 10 points.
Game 4: Stony Brook at Monmouth
I hate the Dallas Cowboys. I hate Miles Austin. I hate Monmouth. Stony Brook finally put together a decent season last year and made it to the NIT. I totally expect them to kill Monmouth by at LEAST 20 points.
Game 5: Robert Morris at Kent State
The only reason Kent State is going to win this game is because Robert Morris got ripped of their loins after a near upset in the tournament against Villanova. Sorry Colonials, but Kent State has this game by 15 points.
Game 6: Northeaster at Southern Illinois
Both of these teams are picked to finish in the bottom half of their conferences. But with that being said, the Salukis (SIU) have some Indiana talent on their roster. I'm going with SIU by 10 points.
Game 7: Oral Roberts at Tulsa
Oral Roberts may or may not win their conference depending on how well Oakland does, and Tulsa is a joke even on the football field despite their 23+ win seasons the last three years. I'm going with Oral Roberts by 5 points.
Game 8: La Salle at No.17 Baylor
Eh. This is a totally lopsided game. La Salle is looking really bad this year. And I mean like...A-10 bad. Baylor by 30+ points.
Game 9: No.20 Virginia Tech at No.3 Kansas State
Now THIS is gonna be a good game. You have two Top 25 teams from the ACC and Big 12 conferences and Va Tech has a LEGIT chance to make the tourney this year after barely missing it the last few years. Unfortunately, despite how close this game will be, I think K-State pulls away in the final stretch for the win.
Game 10: Marist at No.7 Villanova
No contest, Marist lost all but one game last year. 'Nova by a BUNCH.
Game 11: No.5 Ohio State at No.10 Florida
Wow. This is probably THE premier game of the marathon. And even though I SHOULD write a lot about this game, I really only have one thing to say. Just because Ohio State lost their best player in Even Turner to the draft, that does NOT mean that they aren't stacked. They are loaded at shooting guard and forward. Florida? Fuck you Tebow. I'm flaky though. This goes into overtime and Ohio State wins.
Game 12: Detroit at No.11 Syracuse
I wish Jim Boeheim would just figging retire. So what, you only won ONE championship? Two bad you couldn't win it when it counted against IU. Gotta love them Hoosiers, and me bringing up something that happened thirty years ago. 'Cuse by a bunch.
Game 13: Miami(Oh) at No.1 Duke
No. I'm calling the upset. Duke goes down.
Game 14: Saint Joe's at Penn State
I think Joe Pa is coaching the basketball team this year. Taylor Battle is gonna rock some heads in the Big Ten conference this year as well. Penn St. by a bunch. Love you Jeff.
Game 15: No.18 Butler at Louisville
I know we're all still pissed about Butler losing in the championship to Duke. And I know that despite losing Gordon Hayward to the draft, Butler STILL has Shelvin Mack, Ronald Nored AND a new and improved and beefed up Matt Howard. I love Pitino and the Louisville Cards...but I don't like the name if their new arena, even though that won't be the reason they lose (though I would like to believe so). Butler by 15 points.
Game 16: North Dakota at No.25 Wisconsin
Ugh. I'm getting tired. You can't beat Bo Ryan in November. Badgers by a bunch.
Game 17: Belmont at No.23 Tennessee
Get it together Bruce. Yet another upset. Thank you UIndy. Belmont on top.
Game 18: South Carolina at No.2 Michigan State
Whew. I kinda like Michigan State. I thought they should have beaten UNC a few years ago in the championship game, and I know they're pissed about the tough Big Ten schedule they've got going on. South Carolina doesn't have the 'Ole Ball Coach in this game. Michigan State by 20 points.
Game 19: San Diego State at No.12 Gonzaga
Okay. So even though I thought that SDSU should have stayed at No.24 in the pre-season polls, and even though I think they'll make the tourney this year, and EVEN though they have a big man at forward (6-foot-7 Kawhi Leonard), I still think that Gonzaga wins...but only by 8 points.
Game 20: Nevada OR Pacific at UCLA
Okay. So this is an odd match up. Whomever wins the Nevada v. Pacific game gets to play UCLU. I'm not sure why it's set up like that, but it is. Deal with it. I think Pacific beats down a sluggish Nevada team and I also think think that they route UCLA.
IU will make the Big Dance.
Butler makes the Final Four.
Winthrop and South Dakota State will also make the Big Dance.
Irish barely get by and make it too...the Big Dance.
Duke will lost in the first round and only ONE ACC team will make it into the second round and beyond (UNC).
Grammatical errors? Hahahahahaha. You're funny.
This is gonna be a blog post dedicated to ONLY the 24 Hour College Hoops Marathon.
Sound boring?
I don't give a fig. Or fuck. Whatever.
So here are MY predictions of EVERY game in the marathon.
Oh. And major ups to my bud Jeff Yager for helping me out and such. We're thinking of starting our own sports blog. Now THAT would be awesome.
But lets get to the scores and predictions.
Game 1: Miami at No. 19 Memphis
I'm a little late for this one considering the game has already started. HOWEVER. It's at half-time right now, and Miami in only one point behind Memphis. I'm calling the upset. Miami over Memphis by 5 points.
Game 2: St.John's and St.Mary's
This is a really odd game. Two devout catholic schools playing each other? Expect blood. St.John is returning ten, count 'em, TEN seniors from last year. And even though St.Mary's lost their two biggest post-players, they have one of the best shooting back courts in the country. It's gonna be a doozy, but I'm thinking St.Mary's barely squeeze by in a tight game. Sorry Gaels, but even this win doesn't promote you to "knock-off" status in the WCC.
Game 3: Central Michigan at Hawaii
Don't bother with this game fellas. Both teams are mediocre at best and CMY played an early Sunday game already. They aren't used to the time change, so I'm going with Hawaii by 10 points.
Game 4: Stony Brook at Monmouth
I hate the Dallas Cowboys. I hate Miles Austin. I hate Monmouth. Stony Brook finally put together a decent season last year and made it to the NIT. I totally expect them to kill Monmouth by at LEAST 20 points.
Game 5: Robert Morris at Kent State
The only reason Kent State is going to win this game is because Robert Morris got ripped of their loins after a near upset in the tournament against Villanova. Sorry Colonials, but Kent State has this game by 15 points.
Game 6: Northeaster at Southern Illinois
Both of these teams are picked to finish in the bottom half of their conferences. But with that being said, the Salukis (SIU) have some Indiana talent on their roster. I'm going with SIU by 10 points.
Game 7: Oral Roberts at Tulsa
Oral Roberts may or may not win their conference depending on how well Oakland does, and Tulsa is a joke even on the football field despite their 23+ win seasons the last three years. I'm going with Oral Roberts by 5 points.
Game 8: La Salle at No.17 Baylor
Eh. This is a totally lopsided game. La Salle is looking really bad this year. And I mean like...A-10 bad. Baylor by 30+ points.
Game 9: No.20 Virginia Tech at No.3 Kansas State
Now THIS is gonna be a good game. You have two Top 25 teams from the ACC and Big 12 conferences and Va Tech has a LEGIT chance to make the tourney this year after barely missing it the last few years. Unfortunately, despite how close this game will be, I think K-State pulls away in the final stretch for the win.
Game 10: Marist at No.7 Villanova
No contest, Marist lost all but one game last year. 'Nova by a BUNCH.
Game 11: No.5 Ohio State at No.10 Florida
Wow. This is probably THE premier game of the marathon. And even though I SHOULD write a lot about this game, I really only have one thing to say. Just because Ohio State lost their best player in Even Turner to the draft, that does NOT mean that they aren't stacked. They are loaded at shooting guard and forward. Florida? Fuck you Tebow. I'm flaky though. This goes into overtime and Ohio State wins.
Game 12: Detroit at No.11 Syracuse
I wish Jim Boeheim would just figging retire. So what, you only won ONE championship? Two bad you couldn't win it when it counted against IU. Gotta love them Hoosiers, and me bringing up something that happened thirty years ago. 'Cuse by a bunch.
Game 13: Miami(Oh) at No.1 Duke
No. I'm calling the upset. Duke goes down.
Game 14: Saint Joe's at Penn State
I think Joe Pa is coaching the basketball team this year. Taylor Battle is gonna rock some heads in the Big Ten conference this year as well. Penn St. by a bunch. Love you Jeff.
Game 15: No.18 Butler at Louisville
I know we're all still pissed about Butler losing in the championship to Duke. And I know that despite losing Gordon Hayward to the draft, Butler STILL has Shelvin Mack, Ronald Nored AND a new and improved and beefed up Matt Howard. I love Pitino and the Louisville Cards...but I don't like the name if their new arena, even though that won't be the reason they lose (though I would like to believe so). Butler by 15 points.
Game 16: North Dakota at No.25 Wisconsin
Ugh. I'm getting tired. You can't beat Bo Ryan in November. Badgers by a bunch.
Game 17: Belmont at No.23 Tennessee
Get it together Bruce. Yet another upset. Thank you UIndy. Belmont on top.
Game 18: South Carolina at No.2 Michigan State
Whew. I kinda like Michigan State. I thought they should have beaten UNC a few years ago in the championship game, and I know they're pissed about the tough Big Ten schedule they've got going on. South Carolina doesn't have the 'Ole Ball Coach in this game. Michigan State by 20 points.
Game 19: San Diego State at No.12 Gonzaga
Okay. So even though I thought that SDSU should have stayed at No.24 in the pre-season polls, and even though I think they'll make the tourney this year, and EVEN though they have a big man at forward (6-foot-7 Kawhi Leonard), I still think that Gonzaga wins...but only by 8 points.
Game 20: Nevada OR Pacific at UCLA
Okay. So this is an odd match up. Whomever wins the Nevada v. Pacific game gets to play UCLU. I'm not sure why it's set up like that, but it is. Deal with it. I think Pacific beats down a sluggish Nevada team and I also think think that they route UCLA.
IU will make the Big Dance.
Butler makes the Final Four.
Winthrop and South Dakota State will also make the Big Dance.
Irish barely get by and make it too...the Big Dance.
Duke will lost in the first round and only ONE ACC team will make it into the second round and beyond (UNC).
Grammatical errors? Hahahahahaha. You're funny.
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Jack Hammer
I have to be up in four and a half hours. I might as well stay up longer.
I went to the play at PMHS last night called "Pillow Talk." It was really good and funny as Hell.
"You're so hard."
"Not lately."
Also, I'm pretty sure the whole play was based upon Wesley Wren's life. I'm just saying.
So I was texting my mother today while I was at work. Now...other than the fact that I probably should NOT have been texting at work anyways...my mother likes to think that his rule doesn't apply to her. I usually find myself talking to her more often when I'm at work over texts, than any other time.
Anyways...
So I recently had Charlie take all of the change I've saved up over the last six months from work so he could use his bank's coin star machine. And since he he's a a bank member at this particular bank, they won't charge him anything on the dollar.
In the end...I would be getting all of the money without having to pay a...use of machine...fee? Or whatever. You know what I mean!
Well I was wondering how much it was I had saved up, since I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. So I figured I'd ask my mom. Mom's should know these things right? Right??? Kinda. And maybe not ever. But i couldn't even tell you if she knew or not..because this is the conversation we had via-text.
Me: "Hay mom, do you know how much I had saved up in change? I don't know if Charlie has it or not."
Mom: "Vodka?"
Me: "Vodka? wtffffffff?"
Mom: "Hahaha, wth? Idk, I'll have to ask him."
Me: "Stop texting like a teenager. You're not sixteen."
Mom: "I used to be a teenager!"
Me: "Yea, like a million years ago."
Me: "A million and one! Get it right!"
...wow
Also, my mother isn't seventeen years old. I know some of you were wondering. BECAUSE ONLY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLDS TEXT LIKE THAT
But she owns a house, a car, and apparently John Travolta and Eric Clapton. The first step is admitting you have an obsession. She has yet to do so.
That was my day. Because work was uneventful.
I went to the play at PMHS last night called "Pillow Talk." It was really good and funny as Hell.
"You're so hard."
"Not lately."
Also, I'm pretty sure the whole play was based upon Wesley Wren's life. I'm just saying.
So I was texting my mother today while I was at work. Now...other than the fact that I probably should NOT have been texting at work anyways...my mother likes to think that his rule doesn't apply to her. I usually find myself talking to her more often when I'm at work over texts, than any other time.
Anyways...
So I recently had Charlie take all of the change I've saved up over the last six months from work so he could use his bank's coin star machine. And since he he's a a bank member at this particular bank, they won't charge him anything on the dollar.
In the end...I would be getting all of the money without having to pay a...use of machine...fee? Or whatever. You know what I mean!
Well I was wondering how much it was I had saved up, since I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. So I figured I'd ask my mom. Mom's should know these things right? Right??? Kinda. And maybe not ever. But i couldn't even tell you if she knew or not..because this is the conversation we had via-text.
Me: "Hay mom, do you know how much I had saved up in change? I don't know if Charlie has it or not."
Mom: "Vodka?"
Me: "Vodka? wtffffffff?"
Mom: "Hahaha, wth? Idk, I'll have to ask him."
Me: "Stop texting like a teenager. You're not sixteen."
Mom: "I used to be a teenager!"
Me: "Yea, like a million years ago."
Me: "A million and one! Get it right!"
...wow
Also, my mother isn't seventeen years old. I know some of you were wondering. BECAUSE ONLY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLDS TEXT LIKE THAT
But she owns a house, a car, and apparently John Travolta and Eric Clapton. The first step is admitting you have an obsession. She has yet to do so.
That was my day. Because work was uneventful.
Dedededededede
DAMMIT!
I have like...NO time to go over all of the awesome things that have happened since my last blog post...which was over a month ago.
And I hate that I'm so lazy that I can't type up ONE story a day. I mean, it really makes me sad. I feel like I've let Chloe and Taylor down.
And it makes me happy to see that I have as many followers as I do, especially my sister. Emily Bradley...this is my house and you will PROTECT my house.
I guess I'll give a brief synopsis over the month that has passed since my last post...
1. Notre Dame still continues to break my heart. If they can just win TWO more games...two...more...fucking...games...
2. For those of you who truly care about me, and worried about me over the last six months, I'm fine now. It'll be okay.
3. I'm going to Marian starting my sophomore year. HOW AWESOME IS THAT!
4. I saw The Wavves with Wesley Wren
5. Again, for those of who were worried about me, Adam Friedman and I are talking again, and I may or may not be playing bass for a band of ours again. This makes me cry happy tears of happiness.
6. I broke my record for most McGangBangs consumed in a night.
7. I had to drive Dustin down to Vincennes a couple of days ago...ask me about that when you have the chance.
8. I've begun a workout program at LA Fitness so I can play some football at Marian. Progress is slow, but I'll be there eventually. And ladies, if you start to like what you see, do tell!
Umm...I'm almost positive I'm missing some stuff. Whatever. It's like three-thirty in the morning. Gimme a break. (kit-kats)
Shessh, I know this isn't quality writing. I've gotten away from that in my blog, and I hate it for you guys who choose to read this.
But just wait, I'll start dedicating more of my free time here, I know you thirteen people want to read what I have to post. Maybe. I don't really give a flying fig.
The thirteen of you make me happy.
Blablabla.
My life is good right now.
Also, The Jackhammer. Wes and Zach, that's happening a lot more often now.
I will attempt to start back up the greatness which I had begun some months ago on Blogspot. And by attempt I mean, if I'm NOT watching Sports Center. Again. Fucking football.
I have like...NO time to go over all of the awesome things that have happened since my last blog post...which was over a month ago.
And I hate that I'm so lazy that I can't type up ONE story a day. I mean, it really makes me sad. I feel like I've let Chloe and Taylor down.
And it makes me happy to see that I have as many followers as I do, especially my sister. Emily Bradley...this is my house and you will PROTECT my house.
I guess I'll give a brief synopsis over the month that has passed since my last post...
1. Notre Dame still continues to break my heart. If they can just win TWO more games...two...more...fucking...games...
2. For those of you who truly care about me, and worried about me over the last six months, I'm fine now. It'll be okay.
3. I'm going to Marian starting my sophomore year. HOW AWESOME IS THAT!
4. I saw The Wavves with Wesley Wren
5. Again, for those of who were worried about me, Adam Friedman and I are talking again, and I may or may not be playing bass for a band of ours again. This makes me cry happy tears of happiness.
6. I broke my record for most McGangBangs consumed in a night.
7. I had to drive Dustin down to Vincennes a couple of days ago...ask me about that when you have the chance.
8. I've begun a workout program at LA Fitness so I can play some football at Marian. Progress is slow, but I'll be there eventually. And ladies, if you start to like what you see, do tell!
Umm...I'm almost positive I'm missing some stuff. Whatever. It's like three-thirty in the morning. Gimme a break. (kit-kats)
Shessh, I know this isn't quality writing. I've gotten away from that in my blog, and I hate it for you guys who choose to read this.
But just wait, I'll start dedicating more of my free time here, I know you thirteen people want to read what I have to post. Maybe. I don't really give a flying fig.
The thirteen of you make me happy.
Blablabla.
My life is good right now.
Also, The Jackhammer. Wes and Zach, that's happening a lot more often now.
I will attempt to start back up the greatness which I had begun some months ago on Blogspot. And by attempt I mean, if I'm NOT watching Sports Center. Again. Fucking football.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
September 4, 2020
Notre Dame. Game 1. Win over Purdue. 23-12
I should start up another blog, and have it deal ONLY to Notre Dame.
The Irish played well today.
Crist was a little rusty. But he's fresh off an injury, and he didn't throw an int.
Allen played exceptionally well today as well. He need this to be THE season for him. Rudolph was absolutely clutch during second/third and long.
The Defense...I love their spark. They actually WRAP people up! I was impressed! However...they did fall asleep a bit in the fourth quarter.
C'mon fellas.
Next week. Michigan.
Fuck Michigan.
I should start up another blog, and have it deal ONLY to Notre Dame.
The Irish played well today.
Crist was a little rusty. But he's fresh off an injury, and he didn't throw an int.
Allen played exceptionally well today as well. He need this to be THE season for him. Rudolph was absolutely clutch during second/third and long.
The Defense...I love their spark. They actually WRAP people up! I was impressed! However...they did fall asleep a bit in the fourth quarter.
C'mon fellas.
Next week. Michigan.
Fuck Michigan.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Part 3
Oh my damn...
It's been so long since I've updated this. I feel bad. Not for you guys. I could care less about you. I feel bad for me. Being as I have about a trillion entries to fill in before September.
But before I begin...
Last night, instead of writing a paper, I was at the Murat Theater watching the Black Crowes perform. They were great. They were awesome. They were right on time. They are one of THE greatest bands over the last twenty plus years. Steve Gorman is one of THE greatest drummer ever. And Chris and Rich Robinson are the absolute greatest brother-singer-guitarist ever conceived.
So where was I?
So I turned left.
The series of events that took place after I had made the left turn would essentially change part of my life. You see, when you're in a vehicle with three other people, and those three other people INCLUDING yourself are teenagers, you take in much more than you should.
Adults drive all stupid like. As if the destination is the only important part of the drive. We embraced our surrounding, though we were all in my big-ish truck. We also felt what was going on outside. It was beautiful that night. 68 degrees. No humidity. The sky was a little hazy, but the moon gave us light.
We took a bunch of back roads...and then some more back roads...which eventually lead us to...somewhere...
But it was Ryan, who finally said the one thing we all had on our minds. Road trip.
But he wasn't content on saying that we should just gear up and head across Indiana that night. No, because that would be silly.
It was then, that we began our planning of our Canada trip. Now when Ryan first mentioned a trip to Canada...I'm pretty sure I can speak of myself as well as Dustin and Dusty when I say WTF CANADA?!?!??!
But it was only for a second. It took one second for it to sound like a fucking great plan. So we discussed it. All the pros and cons. Actually...there were no cons. Everything sounded incredible.
Speaking of incredible.
At this pint, we're lost. Like...we may possibly be in another state...kinda lost. We finally found a gas station to score some drinks, as well as figuring out how the fig to get back home.
I asked the cashier...some beast of a lady. Ish. Whatever she was, where the Hell are we? She spewed off some jumble off letter and words and phrases. Essentially...she was saying the we were in Waverly, Indiana. And all we needed to do was take the interstate that was in front of the station, and that would lead us back home.
But that sounded EXTREMELY boring.
So we took some more back roads.
Yes. I am, indeed, turning this into four parts. Suck. It.
It's been so long since I've updated this. I feel bad. Not for you guys. I could care less about you. I feel bad for me. Being as I have about a trillion entries to fill in before September.
But before I begin...
Last night, instead of writing a paper, I was at the Murat Theater watching the Black Crowes perform. They were great. They were awesome. They were right on time. They are one of THE greatest bands over the last twenty plus years. Steve Gorman is one of THE greatest drummer ever. And Chris and Rich Robinson are the absolute greatest brother-singer-guitarist ever conceived.
So where was I?
So I turned left.
The series of events that took place after I had made the left turn would essentially change part of my life. You see, when you're in a vehicle with three other people, and those three other people INCLUDING yourself are teenagers, you take in much more than you should.
Adults drive all stupid like. As if the destination is the only important part of the drive. We embraced our surrounding, though we were all in my big-ish truck. We also felt what was going on outside. It was beautiful that night. 68 degrees. No humidity. The sky was a little hazy, but the moon gave us light.
We took a bunch of back roads...and then some more back roads...which eventually lead us to...somewhere...
But it was Ryan, who finally said the one thing we all had on our minds. Road trip.
But he wasn't content on saying that we should just gear up and head across Indiana that night. No, because that would be silly.
It was then, that we began our planning of our Canada trip. Now when Ryan first mentioned a trip to Canada...I'm pretty sure I can speak of myself as well as Dustin and Dusty when I say WTF CANADA?!?!??!
But it was only for a second. It took one second for it to sound like a fucking great plan. So we discussed it. All the pros and cons. Actually...there were no cons. Everything sounded incredible.
Speaking of incredible.
At this pint, we're lost. Like...we may possibly be in another state...kinda lost. We finally found a gas station to score some drinks, as well as figuring out how the fig to get back home.
I asked the cashier...some beast of a lady. Ish. Whatever she was, where the Hell are we? She spewed off some jumble off letter and words and phrases. Essentially...she was saying the we were in Waverly, Indiana. And all we needed to do was take the interstate that was in front of the station, and that would lead us back home.
But that sounded EXTREMELY boring.
So we took some more back roads.
Yes. I am, indeed, turning this into four parts. Suck. It.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Part 2
I just wanna say a few things before I dive into Part 2.
1. My sister is great.
2. I get to see Guster in October.
3. !
I left off with myself, Dustin, Dusty, and Ryan in my truck, with me driving forward into some dark abyss.
It ended up being some parking lot, with random medians of trees, which eventually ended, and flourished with fields off grass, and a giant hill. That hill of which Dustin rolled down upon, only to reach the end where Dusty and I were waiting to kick the shit out of him, since he was so confuzzled from the roll downward.
We didn't. But it would have been funny as Hell.
It was beautiful. I was like...four in the morning maybe? I dunno. It was pretty fucking late. It wasn't to terribly hot outside, but muggy enough for the moon to cast a fuzzy light upon the fields. I felt like we were in a Zelda game of sorts. We went walking some ways, then decided to head back to my truck. It was getting late, and we all wanted to go home.
But as soon as my 199 Chevy Silverado revved up, I decided that we were NOT going home so soon. Yea, Dusty needed to go to his plato lab class the next morning...but that was unimportant to me.
Instead of turning left out of the dark abyss, I decided to swing a right. Just for funsies.
We ended up taking some back roads through some corn fields, where we ended up having to make a difficult decision.
Tracy Road.
We turn right onto Tracy Road, we go toward Greenwood, eventually leading us back home.
We turn left...and we get lost, thus leading on an adventure.
Oh yea.
I turned left.
1. My sister is great.
2. I get to see Guster in October.
3. !
I left off with myself, Dustin, Dusty, and Ryan in my truck, with me driving forward into some dark abyss.
It ended up being some parking lot, with random medians of trees, which eventually ended, and flourished with fields off grass, and a giant hill. That hill of which Dustin rolled down upon, only to reach the end where Dusty and I were waiting to kick the shit out of him, since he was so confuzzled from the roll downward.
We didn't. But it would have been funny as Hell.
It was beautiful. I was like...four in the morning maybe? I dunno. It was pretty fucking late. It wasn't to terribly hot outside, but muggy enough for the moon to cast a fuzzy light upon the fields. I felt like we were in a Zelda game of sorts. We went walking some ways, then decided to head back to my truck. It was getting late, and we all wanted to go home.
But as soon as my 199 Chevy Silverado revved up, I decided that we were NOT going home so soon. Yea, Dusty needed to go to his plato lab class the next morning...but that was unimportant to me.
Instead of turning left out of the dark abyss, I decided to swing a right. Just for funsies.
We ended up taking some back roads through some corn fields, where we ended up having to make a difficult decision.
Tracy Road.
We turn right onto Tracy Road, we go toward Greenwood, eventually leading us back home.
We turn left...and we get lost, thus leading on an adventure.
Oh yea.
I turned left.
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