Yesterday was Hans and Lucy's 7th birthday. I forgot to call them until today, when I got to talk to Lucy. Hans was out running errands with Daddy. The two of them are so good together. They are both such great kids. It was fun to have them both spend the night on Easter, I almost don't want them to grow up. The older they get, the older I feel. It's not only a selfish feeling though. I don't want them to go through all the shitty parts of growing up. Hopefully they won't have as much bullshit as I did, or if they do, they can deal with it as least as well as I did.
I'm waiting for Laura and Emma to come over for dinner. Waiiiiiting is one of my least favorite activities. Especially when I was hoping we would be meeting downtown at five. Instead, they suggested come over here. This means instead of getting ready at 4:00, I'm sitting in my apt for a few hours doing nothing. Just feeling twitchy... I can only dance alone in my living room to so many Lady GaGa videos before I get a little tired.
School is fine. I am sick of it. But I think I'll get at least all B's this semester. Prolly those are the grades I'll be getting for the rest of my college career. Half way done... Seems like a big deal!
I miss a lot of my friends. I can't wait to go to NYC again. Sigh, just wanting to get away. I guess waiting... and in the meantime just twitching. I knew a kid once who we called Twitch. I don't know if we ever called him that to his face, but he was from Santa Cruz, CA. He had more money than any kid my age I had ever met, and he did too many uppers. But he was a good guy, we lived in the dorms together freshman year, and he had a widescreen television in his dorm room. When we were stoned we would go into his room and watch planet earth. He'd always have cheap beer or cheap rum to share but we were always so stoned that we didn't want any. That's also when I would go over to my buddy Trevor's room for snacks. Ha, I miss Trev. I'll call him tonight... He'll be stoned.
Life is weird right now. Not bad or sad or stressful, just strange. Not a familiar life for me, just one I'm tryin to roll through with out fallin.
Rollin
Fallin
BALLIN
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