(an impartial list)
- tuxedo shirts with Roach
- football with the Bears
- Seattle with Whit
- Texas with my dad
- British Lit with the cute girls
- everyday with the roommates
- crazy new things with people I don't know
- the backyard with Dan
- life with Bill
- drunk texts with imperceptible
- my new fascination with women in Oregon
- thanksgiving with my Mom
Things are awesome out here, come visit and let's play!
The hills are burning. It might be an omen, for the right or wrong decision. I don't really know. The thing is, about this, about all of this, was that when it first started to fall apart, last October, I thought my heart was broken then. I thought I had healed it, that things were getting better. But now that I look back on the last ten months I know that wasn't true. It broke big that day, in the bathroom, but it didn't heal. I just sort of added stuff into the crack, and it fell out. It broke a little more everyday. I did it to myself, which is the part that I don't like to admit. I thought I would be able to fix it, I couldn't. I thought I could look past it, I wouldn't. I thought I could forget it, I can't. To borrow from a friend of mine, to take something from him about something much more important and tragic than this, and try to attach it to something less, "in like a lion, out like a lamb gone astray". I was excited to plan a wedding, I was excited to wear a suit, I was excited to dance to my favorite songs, with my mom and dad and all my friends. I was excited for beer koozies and burritos, bachelor parties, cans on the back of a car, a honeymoon, all of it. And I miss it all right now. A lot.
I know it is right, that I am not getting married today. It isn't her fault. It isn't my fault. It is how the cards were dealt and how they were played. It would have been an epic party, the hills burning, it snowing ash on the bride and groom. It sounds too good to be true. And it is.
I've been running this in my head for months. It isn't a final draft, but I need to get them out of my head, for me.
I remember the first time I saw your smile. I remember the first time I heard your whit. I remember the first time we sat on the couch and shared all those surface level things that make us more of who we are then we care to admit. I remember the first time we got drunk together. I remember the first time we fought. I remember the first time we made up. I remember saying goodbye to you at the airport, and it being one of the saddest days of my life. I remember opening the door to you the day I got back, and how happy I was. I remember waking up in my tent, in my old room, with you, and it feeling perfect. I remember asking you to marry me on the beach that night, and puking afterward. I remember all the downs, and all the ups, all the hot days and the cold ones. I never wanted to spend them with anyone else, and I am glad that starting today, I never have to spend them with anyone else. I love you.
I wanted this to be the song we danced to. I'm sorry no one will ever see it.
Things are not as bad as they seem, or appear, or sound.
I just got through my first week of university, for the second time in
my life. It makes me very happy.
The things that came out last night aren't new, they've been around
but I've been quiet about them, for reasons. I've been fine.
I don't feel the need to explain, just elaborate.
In lieu of flowers please send beer/whiskey donations to me. The
address is up, and to the right.
Come see me, I got a mouth full of words and an empty stomach.
The hiatus is over.
I don't have much right now.
I am falling apart apart.
I have a bunch of classes.
I should have been planning a wedding.
I am not.
I will not be.
See you on the 29th.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBdeX9LfJww
Sounds like a great fucking idea to me! I've got things to deal with, yards to sit in, songs to write, places to put of visiting, vigils to keep, and, oh yeah, money, pills and girls.
"Watching simpsons, afraid to call you..."
It'll only be a couple of weeks, I promise!
thinking about how this weekend is going to be awesome. We just got
Internet at the new house, which helps. Bill is getting married
Saturday, which helps too. Things should come together on Sunday, but
we have all heard me say that before, right?
I am becoming rapidly worn out by working a bunch of days, and my lack
of creativity.
More empty promises.
I am sorry.
