Saturday, May 10, 2008

no lies, just loft

The long day is over and the stretch of night awaits as I write from the world's least comfortable desk chair (via DukumInn Wireless... cause that's necessary). My feet, they are le-tired. My back, she is a sore. But my heart pumps possibility and my mind asks me to forget a night I cannot remember.

You see, last night, I learned my first real college lesson:
Do not get the most trashed you've ever been in your entire life (i'm not sensationalizing- this shit's legit)the night before your parents are coming up at 9am to help you move.

I painted the town red (and, later, a puke green) with Jeni as I chased vodka with rum (straight, as i was feeling masculine). I made lots of friends, apparently. And other things also apparently happened which I cannot remember and do not wish to talk about (but will tantalizingly allude to, especially since I don't believe anyone reads my blog).

Needless to say, today has been awful. I've been running around, shoving 3-peoples-worth of shit into one room until the current tenant moves out, entertaining my parents, and being outrageously ill and hung-over.

A quick unrelated note:
I had to say goodbye to my international students last night; i took them to the train station, got misty as they rode away, and they gave me the cutest present. I'm going to miss those kids dearly.

EDIT:
The cleaning and moving brigade has desisted. The four of us (Austin, Justin, Nikki, and myself) are now huddled in a frat boy junkyard of our own creation, drinking lime beer and red wine, watching Calendar Girls and Indiana Jones (the awful, awful 2nd one- my favorite!), and trying to ignore the leak that is pitter-pattering into our trash can. Not the summer vacation of my fantasies, but a pretty okay Saturday night before the 2 weeks of hell that await me. But for now I'm content, hanging with my boys, dreaming about what our home will become.

3 comments:

Austin Underhill said...

Our home will be something beautiful; something that represents us as individuals; and yet, us a friends. We can enjoy the good and laugh at the bad. Currently you are lying with your feet against a wastebasket that so peacefully collects the urine of Satan. I hope your feet are safe from his waste.

SKBN32 said...

I read your blog and therefore do not stand for a enticing alludment to things that I do not know...therefore I demand info. This can be done at a later date of course. I miss you already and could use a very fantastic Adam hug.

Miss Emily said...

The second is your favorite?

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oh, adam. I'm sad for our friendship. It was so small when it DIED!