Sportmanteau

When I see kids with statuses that say something like, "Drumline is my only reason to get out of bed oh my goood," I get incredibly jealous. I wish I had a reason to get out of bed. I wish that I still loved drumline.

There were two girls studying in the piano lounge. They asked me to be quiet. I said no. I could tell they got angry. This is my only place to play.

I hate college.

Peace out.

Healed of Gold

I lost my keys early Tuesday morning. Some friends and I had gone to some fields about 2 miles north of the dorm to watch the Leonid meteor shower. I got back to my door at 2:15 or so, reached into my pockets, and realized there were no keys present.

The next morning I woke up at 7:41 (though now I realize that 741 is not prime) because I wanted to get around campus before anyone else was awake and aware enough to pick up my keys and turn them in to the nearest "authority," which might make it harder for me to find them. Campus is very dead at 8:11.

After retracing all of my steps leading there, I finally made it to the field about seventy minutes after I started my search. I went down the hill to access the field, across the tire lines that I knew we had crossed, and looked around the general area of where I thought we had laid down. It was a large field, probably about 100 yards by about 300 yards. The grass was really thick and heavy and long and multicolored. I don't know whether that helped or not. It certainly wasn't as easy as looking through my yard at home, but it wasn't as difficult as looking through a cornfield.

I had no luck in the area where I thought we were. I remembered that Will and I had gone up to a 'clearing' up the field a little bit when we were trying to scare fellow viewers, so I did my best to trace my path up there and looked around. No luck. I took a different path back to the spot where I thought we had laid - there were some funny golden stalks in the middle that I know we didn't touch - thinking that maybe I dropped them on the way, but no luck.

I kept looking around. Eventually, after a couple minutes, I realized a pattern in the grass. It was exactly long and wide enough for the six of us to have laid out and pulled the grass downward in exactly the way that it appeared. So I had found right where we had laid. If my keys were going to be anywhere, it'd be there. They were probably in my left pants pocket or my right coat pocket, so I looked at the grass near where they should fall out if they were in those places. Nothing.

Extremely frustrating.

I would have to call mom and ask her to overnight my car key so I could drive home, and pay a lot of money for a new dorm key.

Just before I was about to leave, I leaned back in one last time, for pretty much no reason at all, at the same place horizontally as my keys should have fallen out of my left pants pocket, but much higher vertically - closer to where my arm would be. Through some crazy lucky, I just happened to see my keys poking out from behind a bit of grass.

It was the most satisfying personal victory I can remember in a long time.

Peace out.

What's My Age Again?

Relationships with the children of family friends are funny.

I remember one time when I was maybe 13 years old, my dad's friend Kevin came to the beach with his kids. His girl was named Meredith, and she was maybe 11, and his son was named Connor (or Conner?), maybe 7 years old or so.

My only memory of Meredith, at all, really, was that she slept in the TV room in the bottom floor of the beach house. I remember the computer was in that room at the time - I think we used my sister's old laptop or something - and I was just chillin' on the computer for some reason. We talked a little bit, and I remember she (tried to?) show me an internet game involving parking, or driving through obstacles, something along those lines. I left earlier than I would usually go to bed because I didn't want to keep her up. I remember hearing later that she was dating a kid in my school, one year ahead of me, named Todd, and I was very surprised to hear that.

The most I remember of Connor from that visit is that when Adam, Nick, Ryan and I dug that hole in Stone Harbor's beach, he was in the hole with us. The lifeguard was hassling us and asked us what the point of building a hole was if we just had to fill it in, and with Connor right next to me, I said, "What's the point of living if you're just going to die?" Apparently Connor was mortified, and asked his dad about it. His dad said maybe that was inappropriate, or something, but I don't know how serious he was.

[[ I think Nick/Ryan/Adam also joked "What's the point of being a lifeguard if you're just going to be gay?" I remember before we left, we flattened one side of the hole and made a sand sculpture of one lifeguard performing oral sex on his partner life guard ]]

I looked for Meredith on Facebook recently. She goes to the same big university as one of my close friends, and her profile picture is her barely clothed in a devil costume. God, was that strange.

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My mom played tennis with a woman who had two kids, Emily and Tommy. I think Tommy was a year or two older than me and Emily was a year younger than me. I don't remember many interactions with Tommy, but I remember hearing he was pretty crazy-good at math in high school and worked his way up the ranks of a local grocery store such that he could get his own car and apartment when he was 20 or 21 years old.

I remember one time we went to a Superbowl party at their house... at least I think that was why we got together. I had never really talked to Emily much, but we did talk a little bit that night. If I remember correctly, it started when we realized we were both big fans of Whose Line Is It Anyway? She had a typewriter in her room, a modern one that had an electronic interface situated above the keys and a backspace button that applied whiteout rather than just putting a # or an X over the previous letter. I thought typewriters were pretty awesome and I remember typing some of my favorite lines onto a blank piece of paper loaded into it. She typed some back at a later point. I think somewhere along the line we started to type things not related to the show, more just about life, but I remember it feeling funny and like I wanted it to stop or to go back.

[[I couldn't find her on Facebook]]

Peace out.