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 I just posted this photo on twitpic, which brought up a memory.  I was going to post a tweet of it, but found myself 840 characters over limit when I was done.  So it gets to go here.  Yay.

Strange memory from that photo:  We were al dressed up from some grad party and wanted to go bowling, but had no socks, so Anthony bought the ugliest socks he could find.  I still have one of the socks (can't bring myself to throw it out) It was a pair of white ankle socks with some chopper shop logo on them and a fuzzy red ball at the back of the ankle.  After grad, I took bowling for my PE requirement at college.  I used to wear those socks as a memory, and it made me feel closer to all the friends I left behind when I moved from PA to OK.  Sadly, I don't talk to any of my old friends any more.  I don't even know where they are, what they're doing, or if they're even alive.  Last I knew, Rachel was going to college in Alfred and Angela was living in Bradford, taking a break from college.  Cat went to Pitt, and Rawny and Anthony were at IUP together.  Steve, being Angela's brother, is probably in Bradford too.  Scooter?  He fell off the face of the planet, I guess.

As much as I love the friends I have now, and as much as I believe that nothing can be the way it was in HS (I've changed alot, I'm sure they have too), I'd still like to reconnect with my awesome group of friends that cried with me after graduation.  The only one I really see anymore is Bryn (not in the picture) and that's only because we run into each other in Bradford once every 8 months or so.  

I've tried getting together with Angela, to no avail.  I've also tried to contact Anthony, but that never works out either.  So, if, randomly, my HS friends still read this, HELP!

I don't expect to be best friends with any of them, I just want an update, make sure that they're alive, and that they haven't completely fucked their lives over (like I often think I have).

Brother Poem

Best Friends

Growing up, I didn't know you well.
Sure, you were there for holidays,
Christmas, birthdays, and the like.
You babysat me some Friday nights,
When my mom worked late at Zippo.
But other than knowing you were my brother,
I didn't know a thing about you.

It wasn't until I grew up that we became friends,
After I'd completed my share of moving,
Tried my share of illegal substances,
Loved my share of people.
We became friends out of convenience,
I was old enough to be in a bar,
But not old enough to drink.

So, every night I had off work,
We'd all go out.
You, me, Dad, and Beaker -
Your only friend it seemed.
You all would knock the drinks back,
While I laughed and watched,
Waiting to load three drunken men into my Chevy

On my twenty-first birthday,
We became best friends,
One friendship left over
From my ill-fated attempt at love
With your best friend, Beaker.
The night was long, the drinks were short.
I drunkenly kicked your ass in guitar hero.

Now, we go out every week,
You, Me, and Beaker.
We drink and we dance.
Beaker and I still make out.
Your friends at the bar look at me with interest.
The bartender looks at me with a smile,
"Don't worry, it's not a girl,
Jay's just her brother!"
(This was going to be an ode at first, but I can't wrap my head around meter enough)
(Get some more poems here.)


I have no idea where this came from, but I'm going to post it here in the hopes that someday I'll come back to work on it, or even to figure out where I was going in any of this...

All I know right now is that I was sitting down to work on some back poems that I skipped for #poetryassignment and all of this came out.  The first sentence was originally going to be used for the "resolution" assignment, but now it's turned in to a nearly five hundred word introduction of sorts to a novel.

It's funny, looking back on my life, one wouldn't consider me a lover of peace...Collapse )</div>

Dude.  I might not have anywhere to live come 2009.  This season just keeps getting better and better.

And half of this isn't even my fault.

Cucumber Poem

The Midnight Crowd

At nearly one in the morning,
The store isn’t busy.
I can’t get to where I want to be.
The discount bins,
From the middle of the wide aisle,
Stand in my way.
Crowding the path,
As if I were shopping,
With hundreds of faceless people.
Connecting the faceless bins,
With unmoving shopping carts,
Overflowing with five dollar DVDs,
Dirty yellow tape
Bearing the words,
“Waxing in progress,
Please keep off.”
I reach my hand over
The constrictive barrier,
Straining to reach what I want.
Unable to touch it,
I shrug my shoulders,
“Guess I’ll go sniff
The cucumber melon lotion,

This song also always makes me want to do dishes..probably cause of the video.
Doing dishes, FTW!
A good poopins song (and we all know poopins is fun!)


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