I miss SG 
However, it is a beautiful day to be happy. It has been ever since school started, even though I am *finally* getting my college algebra out of the way (has anyone seen the movie American Splendor? Where he's in the bakery and runs into someone he went to college with and she asks him if he ever graduated and he said, "no, I could never get past that required math class")-yeah, I'm really afraid that's going to be me, ha. I've been putting this thing off for years. I swear I'm the only person over 19 in the classroom. It can be rather amusing at times. I'm very excited about the fact that I have my independed study with my favorite professor this semester though, his name rhymes with lasagna. I am about to (when I finish this) start preparing the poems that I want to work on sending out to meet with him Friday, what can I say, I am a dorky english major, and this is fun to me.
Friday night I went out with my friend Jessica, we went to the ballroom for a show, ended up at the Outland, and somehow found ourselves on the north side at her cousins house where he was having a party. Here I ran into this kid named Joe that I used to run around with in high school, it was so strange, so random, just hey, there's Joe. This whole weekend it was as if I were 17 all over again because Saturday JP and I went to the drink (and saw the lovely Cherries strut her stuff, that girl is such a doll, and very nice too!!) and I ran into my friend Rhys. Rhys used to be one of my boys back in the day, I used to hang out with this guy at least once a week. We did the whole hugging, "oh my gosh I haven't seen you in 3 years", writing phone numbers down, saying we need to get together thing. He said, "You wanna get some Boones for old times sake?" that was good for a laugh, oh man, you know you're talking about young days when you're talking about drinking Boones wine, here is a poem I wrote many many many moons ago:
Shelly's Night
In our youth we're here,
jostled khakis hang just right,
we take a swig of Boones
and joke to the one next to us
about 'his' ass. Hands making outlines in the dark.
We're all sitting on the porch
spilling out the door and windows
wondering:
"Whose house is this
Who is 'his' aquaintance?"
This is how we live,
stumbling across the city
into open smokey doorways
never knowing anyone,
always having, so many friends.
That was my youth kids. But it's so strange running into someone whom you used to spend such a large amount of time with. One must wonder, when was the last time we hung out, did we just fade away from each other or was there one day that we just never called each other again. It's so strange to think about all of the people that have impacts on your life, and that you let go of, even if it's not really letting go, just kind of moving on, but not in a bad way. This weekend was all nostalgia and fun, and I am glad.
Does anyone else think that this looks like Bettina?
It was on my flip-a-day calender, just reminded me of her in the face or something.
Well, off to work on poetry. I have all the good ones by my side in case I need to be inspired, Hoagland, Young, Laux, Levine. I think this will be good for me. I think I'll leave you with a line:
"Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath." Levine said that.
However, it is a beautiful day to be happy. It has been ever since school started, even though I am *finally* getting my college algebra out of the way (has anyone seen the movie American Splendor? Where he's in the bakery and runs into someone he went to college with and she asks him if he ever graduated and he said, "no, I could never get past that required math class")-yeah, I'm really afraid that's going to be me, ha. I've been putting this thing off for years. I swear I'm the only person over 19 in the classroom. It can be rather amusing at times. I'm very excited about the fact that I have my independed study with my favorite professor this semester though, his name rhymes with lasagna. I am about to (when I finish this) start preparing the poems that I want to work on sending out to meet with him Friday, what can I say, I am a dorky english major, and this is fun to me.
Friday night I went out with my friend Jessica, we went to the ballroom for a show, ended up at the Outland, and somehow found ourselves on the north side at her cousins house where he was having a party. Here I ran into this kid named Joe that I used to run around with in high school, it was so strange, so random, just hey, there's Joe. This whole weekend it was as if I were 17 all over again because Saturday JP and I went to the drink (and saw the lovely Cherries strut her stuff, that girl is such a doll, and very nice too!!) and I ran into my friend Rhys. Rhys used to be one of my boys back in the day, I used to hang out with this guy at least once a week. We did the whole hugging, "oh my gosh I haven't seen you in 3 years", writing phone numbers down, saying we need to get together thing. He said, "You wanna get some Boones for old times sake?" that was good for a laugh, oh man, you know you're talking about young days when you're talking about drinking Boones wine, here is a poem I wrote many many many moons ago:
Shelly's Night
In our youth we're here,
jostled khakis hang just right,
we take a swig of Boones
and joke to the one next to us
about 'his' ass. Hands making outlines in the dark.
We're all sitting on the porch
spilling out the door and windows
wondering:
"Whose house is this
Who is 'his' aquaintance?"
This is how we live,
stumbling across the city
into open smokey doorways
never knowing anyone,
always having, so many friends.
That was my youth kids. But it's so strange running into someone whom you used to spend such a large amount of time with. One must wonder, when was the last time we hung out, did we just fade away from each other or was there one day that we just never called each other again. It's so strange to think about all of the people that have impacts on your life, and that you let go of, even if it's not really letting go, just kind of moving on, but not in a bad way. This weekend was all nostalgia and fun, and I am glad.
Does anyone else think that this looks like Bettina?
It was on my flip-a-day calender, just reminded me of her in the face or something.
Well, off to work on poetry. I have all the good ones by my side in case I need to be inspired, Hoagland, Young, Laux, Levine. I think this will be good for me. I think I'll leave you with a line:
"Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath." Levine said that.
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Hope you had an alright time
I had a gret birthday...thanks.