Marc
Ahh ... weekends at deserted universities. They usually seem to turn out better than when everyone's here, which is kind of cool. We're the type of people that never leave, so I guess it kind of works out. We ended up at a party last night, a few blocks away from the apartment, where we were the only four non-townies there. And of those four, I was the only non-suburbanite, non-townie. Can I get a "what what"?
So, now I'm tired as hell. Like completely buzzed out. Dead. And I think I'm just going to suck it up and skip breakfast and go straight home, where there's hopefully food in the parent's cabinets. There never seems to be. Which brings me to how I got duped into going home this weekend -- my mom, I love her, but she will not let that whole Easter dinner thing go.
"Mom, I'm an atheist. I don't believe in God," I said.
"Well, Easter isn't about God, it's about Jesus, so you're coming home."
"But, if I don't believe in God, how do you expect me to believe in Jesus?"
"Because. You're coming home. You're not going to say anything that will change my mind."
Fuck.
At least I've got a few friends at home, and hopefully they'll take me out to the bars and pay for me, and show me around. Ever since Jesse left town, I've kind of been shit out of luck in the hanging out department. Kankakee, for mid-twenty year olds, is seriously lacking a nightlife. There's a bar or two by my house, but most everyone goes to this terrible dance club/hick bar all the way on the other side of town. The DJ's always playing terrible music, and everyone's always wearing terrible clothing, and I just can never stand it when I go in there. I'd rather go someplace quiet so I can catch up on conversations and whatnot. We'll see how it all works out.
At least I'll have my little neighbors to play with. I'm actually hoping they can help me with some of my homework -- Harriet the Spy. Maybe I can have them read it to me.
And I will flail under these lights ... I will kick and beat my wrists together
Ahh ... weekends at deserted universities. They usually seem to turn out better than when everyone's here, which is kind of cool. We're the type of people that never leave, so I guess it kind of works out. We ended up at a party last night, a few blocks away from the apartment, where we were the only four non-townies there. And of those four, I was the only non-suburbanite, non-townie. Can I get a "what what"?
So, now I'm tired as hell. Like completely buzzed out. Dead. And I think I'm just going to suck it up and skip breakfast and go straight home, where there's hopefully food in the parent's cabinets. There never seems to be. Which brings me to how I got duped into going home this weekend -- my mom, I love her, but she will not let that whole Easter dinner thing go.
"Mom, I'm an atheist. I don't believe in God," I said.
"Well, Easter isn't about God, it's about Jesus, so you're coming home."
"But, if I don't believe in God, how do you expect me to believe in Jesus?"
"Because. You're coming home. You're not going to say anything that will change my mind."
Fuck.
At least I've got a few friends at home, and hopefully they'll take me out to the bars and pay for me, and show me around. Ever since Jesse left town, I've kind of been shit out of luck in the hanging out department. Kankakee, for mid-twenty year olds, is seriously lacking a nightlife. There's a bar or two by my house, but most everyone goes to this terrible dance club/hick bar all the way on the other side of town. The DJ's always playing terrible music, and everyone's always wearing terrible clothing, and I just can never stand it when I go in there. I'd rather go someplace quiet so I can catch up on conversations and whatnot. We'll see how it all works out.
At least I'll have my little neighbors to play with. I'm actually hoping they can help me with some of my homework -- Harriet the Spy. Maybe I can have them read it to me.
And I will flail under these lights ... I will kick and beat my wrists together
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