strange days.
sometimes i can't make a story, just a bunch of statements...
i told them winter wasn't quite here yet... this happens every year in kansas.
it's hot as fuck, then october comes and it's wearing a cloak of Canadian winds, bringing freezing temperatures and dismal days; the kind of days made for staying in.
October is a trickster in these parts--as soon as yr convinced that winter is setting in, off comes the cloak and then a week of warm weather rolls in; the jacket closet is skeptically refilled. soon enough comes ice.
autumn is my favorite.
went to a good, old-fashioned beer party last night. it was the first time i've actually witnessed beer-pong in action. a Debbie Downer type girl i know told me that this game was the main culprit for the herpes boom across college campuses. yeah, no thanks.
i'm pretty sure i was the oldest person there... i didn't ask 'what ever happened to quarters and circle of death?'...
the party was held by one of the debate team captains, and the crowd was a mirror of that. the hospitality was incredible. it included a variety of Jimmy John's platters, percolated coffee, free beer and cigarettes, the obligatory bowl of liquorpunch... and all the conversation you could take from the crowd of debate team nerds.
they tried to get me to join their team next semester, but i think i'd rather just watch and criticize.
sure, i can shoot my mouth of with the best of them...after studying logic and argument at KU, rhetoric at another university, taking public speaking several times and talking shit with guys from all over the world, i realize it's about thinking fast and talking faster. i kinda get off on it, but unlike a lot of the young debaters i spoke with, it's not a defense mechanism with me, it's an amusement--it's a weapon that transforms from a slingshot to a kalishnikoff depending on whether i want to charm or destroy. to put it poorly, i have a special thing with words. being unfamiliar with and deciding i was rather uninterested in the glut of the crowd, i was in a slightly offensive mood last night. some dirty jokes came out, and at one point, i was out on the deck smoking with a bunch of guys and one girl came out to join us. it was too easy, but i counted the ratio and pulled the "what do 8 out of 9 people enjoy?"
turns out that about 8 out of 9 people enjoy that joke.
me and my big fucking mouth.
haha.
and my empty bed...
walked home and had crazy dreams about my old lesbian friend Angie that i haven't seen in about 4 years. last i heard, she was a methed-out needle junkie. she was wearing a red hoodie and looked rather sad. i hugged her and she was so thin it felt like i was hugging myself. i woke up with a strange feeling and checked the obituaries. i was glad to not find her there, nor in the last place i saw her--looking bad in a mugshot on the county sheriff's site.
Kaci, her ex-girlfriend, was there too.
woke up feeling kind of weird about the whole thing, assessed my obligations for the day and went to the bar.
there's something beautiful about getting drunk in the middle of the day...
with the right amount of bloody marys, cool weather and the diluted stench of a lonesome dumpster wafting in on a calm breeze, i can almost convince myself for a second that i'm back in new orleans and all of life is but a dream.
sometimes i can't make a story, just a bunch of statements...
i told them winter wasn't quite here yet... this happens every year in kansas.
it's hot as fuck, then october comes and it's wearing a cloak of Canadian winds, bringing freezing temperatures and dismal days; the kind of days made for staying in.
October is a trickster in these parts--as soon as yr convinced that winter is setting in, off comes the cloak and then a week of warm weather rolls in; the jacket closet is skeptically refilled. soon enough comes ice.
autumn is my favorite.
went to a good, old-fashioned beer party last night. it was the first time i've actually witnessed beer-pong in action. a Debbie Downer type girl i know told me that this game was the main culprit for the herpes boom across college campuses. yeah, no thanks.
i'm pretty sure i was the oldest person there... i didn't ask 'what ever happened to quarters and circle of death?'...
the party was held by one of the debate team captains, and the crowd was a mirror of that. the hospitality was incredible. it included a variety of Jimmy John's platters, percolated coffee, free beer and cigarettes, the obligatory bowl of liquorpunch... and all the conversation you could take from the crowd of debate team nerds.
they tried to get me to join their team next semester, but i think i'd rather just watch and criticize.
sure, i can shoot my mouth of with the best of them...after studying logic and argument at KU, rhetoric at another university, taking public speaking several times and talking shit with guys from all over the world, i realize it's about thinking fast and talking faster. i kinda get off on it, but unlike a lot of the young debaters i spoke with, it's not a defense mechanism with me, it's an amusement--it's a weapon that transforms from a slingshot to a kalishnikoff depending on whether i want to charm or destroy. to put it poorly, i have a special thing with words. being unfamiliar with and deciding i was rather uninterested in the glut of the crowd, i was in a slightly offensive mood last night. some dirty jokes came out, and at one point, i was out on the deck smoking with a bunch of guys and one girl came out to join us. it was too easy, but i counted the ratio and pulled the "what do 8 out of 9 people enjoy?"
turns out that about 8 out of 9 people enjoy that joke.
me and my big fucking mouth.
haha.
and my empty bed...
walked home and had crazy dreams about my old lesbian friend Angie that i haven't seen in about 4 years. last i heard, she was a methed-out needle junkie. she was wearing a red hoodie and looked rather sad. i hugged her and she was so thin it felt like i was hugging myself. i woke up with a strange feeling and checked the obituaries. i was glad to not find her there, nor in the last place i saw her--looking bad in a mugshot on the county sheriff's site.
Kaci, her ex-girlfriend, was there too.
woke up feeling kind of weird about the whole thing, assessed my obligations for the day and went to the bar.
there's something beautiful about getting drunk in the middle of the day...
with the right amount of bloody marys, cool weather and the diluted stench of a lonesome dumpster wafting in on a calm breeze, i can almost convince myself for a second that i'm back in new orleans and all of life is but a dream.