Well, then. Some interesting turns in my life have taken place.
I had a really good weekend with Tracey last week, and by the end I was pleasantly exhausted. I didn't have to work that weekend, and my car's windshield had been successfully replaced, so I was finally, completely open schedule-wise. It was a good time to relax, and despite constantly moving around and walking in the sun, that's exactly what we did, and it was a good time. I even got to camp out for the first time in my life, despite the fact that it was in Tracey's backyard, haha.
We stayed up pretty late just talking, playing a fun new game that makes for some interesting conversations, and then somewhere in the midst of all of that, we fell asleep.
Since then even more interesting events occurred. I went up to Binghamton to take my sister to orientation (she's an incoming freshman) and I met up with a whole bunch of people. Julia, my boss Rick, Molly, and Regina were a few of the familiar smiling faces that met me there. I ended up sleeping through most of the day since I didn't have much to do, and the 3 hour drive at 5AM was starting to to creep up on me. Later on I met up with Regina and we went to her house on Chestnut. She made some food, I watched some TV, we went on an ice cream run, and then we watched one of my more favorite Mystery Science Theater episodes that i brought with me. I soon fell asleep.
And interestingly enough, I've been talking to Ashley again. Sure, it's through facebook messages, but it's still pretty cool. When she first messaged me, I thought it was a different person. I don't really know what i was expecting, but it wasn't that, and it's not necessarily a bad thing. All of a sudden I really enjoy speaking with her, and that kinda makes me happy. I'm thinking about even sitting down for a coffee or something with her to catch up on things, but I figure it's too much too soon, and it would look a bit eager :-/
Either way, some crazy things are happening that I didn't expect, although I think I can handle it. In some ways, I'm enjoying it. :-)
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
a review of days past.
Well, madness started occurring Friday the 13th of this month. It started off as I was on my way over to Rockland county to meet up with Tracey for some hangouts and a party. When I was driving down a hill in my neighborhood, I looked to my right to notice some screaming children, then suddenly...
*BLAM* *CRASH*
My windshield had been hit by a rock and shattered in the lower right corner. A powder of glass particles exploded over the dash and onto the seat.
I, amazingly enough, didn't panic. I slowed down, put my emergencies on, and backed up. I saw that all the kids had run inside their house, and I pulled into their driveway. The parents (or who I assumed were the parents) came outside and looked worried. They knew their kids had done something stupid, but they weren't around to watch. The father was a skinny dark man with a strong german accent, and in his broken, stuttering, terrified english, told me he would replace the windshield himself. I almost felt bad, seeing a grown man like that. I was somewhat upset, but not too much about the windshield. I knew it could be replaced. My family keeps an impeccable insurance record, we have good credit, and I don't have a mark on my driving record. (knock on glass)
So I call up my parents, they meet me there, and I was surprised to see my dad wasn't flipping the hell out. I was somewhat shaken by the thought that something bad could have happened, and i just had some glass sprayed at me (which i was actually worried about accidentally inhaling, but now see that was a dumb idea) but overall I wasn't concerned for my health that much. I was mostly upset at the thought that I had been planning to go over to rockland since the beginning of the week, and now i couldn't drive anywhere.
Afterwards, we drove back home, and my parents felt bad about what just happened, so they volunteered to drive me to Tracey's house. I gratefully accepted their offer.
So I meet up with Tracey at her house, and it's good to see her. I'd been having such crap luck and I hadn't really been hanging out with anyone, so it was good to see things turn around for once. She drives me out to eat, and then we head over to Marisa's for the little get-together party. I enjoy myself a bunch, and i almost force myself to, because i don't really party too much, i don't hang out as late, and i don't get great chances to hang out with tracey and her friends often. Things died out quickly, seeing as many of the guests party hopped and Tracey was passing out. I was glad that I at least had the hours before all that to enjoy. That night, however, I ended up feeling a bit lonely, confused, and almost disappointed, but for bad reasons, i realized. I saw that I was just living life by escaping situation after situation, resting for a bit and having fun until I realized I didn't know what i wanted or I didn't know what to do.
The next morning, we woke up early, and tracey and friends dropped me off at work. Later that night I went to Liz's belated birthday party. It was a generally small crowd, something i was really surprised about considering how likable Liz is. I ended up talking on the phone with a certain someone for hours in the beginning of the party, so I missed out on the massive drinking party going on upstairs. Eventually one particularly drunk kid with long hair and probably in his late twenties walked up to me and said: "Dude, you've been on the phone for hours. I hope you're alright, because you have such a sad face on, dude. Hang up the phone, and enjoy yourself." To this day, I have no idea who he was. But even with that obstacle, he still was looking out for me. Drunk or not, it restored my faith in people. As for the phone conversation, I wasn't trying to look sad, or get any attention, but i guess i couldn't help it. it was a troubling topic, but inevitable. I was loose and comfortable enough to talk about how i felt coldly, without bias, without drama. I'm happy to believe there was little BS'ing going on.
I hung around til really late at that party, hoping I could spend some time with just Liz, since I can't see her as often and i miss the hell out of her, but I found that I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I left at around 4am, walking home, using the oncoming dawn as a flashlight.
Sunday, I was bummed as all hell. I was supposed to meet with some very very important friends, and without a car (windshield still broken on the car I drive and I'm not insured to drive the other), I couldn't go anywhere. I stayed home the whole day, just doing mindless stuff on my computer.
So, I've got a lot of thinking to do.
*BLAM* *CRASH*
My windshield had been hit by a rock and shattered in the lower right corner. A powder of glass particles exploded over the dash and onto the seat.
I, amazingly enough, didn't panic. I slowed down, put my emergencies on, and backed up. I saw that all the kids had run inside their house, and I pulled into their driveway. The parents (or who I assumed were the parents) came outside and looked worried. They knew their kids had done something stupid, but they weren't around to watch. The father was a skinny dark man with a strong german accent, and in his broken, stuttering, terrified english, told me he would replace the windshield himself. I almost felt bad, seeing a grown man like that. I was somewhat upset, but not too much about the windshield. I knew it could be replaced. My family keeps an impeccable insurance record, we have good credit, and I don't have a mark on my driving record. (knock on glass)
So I call up my parents, they meet me there, and I was surprised to see my dad wasn't flipping the hell out. I was somewhat shaken by the thought that something bad could have happened, and i just had some glass sprayed at me (which i was actually worried about accidentally inhaling, but now see that was a dumb idea) but overall I wasn't concerned for my health that much. I was mostly upset at the thought that I had been planning to go over to rockland since the beginning of the week, and now i couldn't drive anywhere.
Afterwards, we drove back home, and my parents felt bad about what just happened, so they volunteered to drive me to Tracey's house. I gratefully accepted their offer.
So I meet up with Tracey at her house, and it's good to see her. I'd been having such crap luck and I hadn't really been hanging out with anyone, so it was good to see things turn around for once. She drives me out to eat, and then we head over to Marisa's for the little get-together party. I enjoy myself a bunch, and i almost force myself to, because i don't really party too much, i don't hang out as late, and i don't get great chances to hang out with tracey and her friends often. Things died out quickly, seeing as many of the guests party hopped and Tracey was passing out. I was glad that I at least had the hours before all that to enjoy. That night, however, I ended up feeling a bit lonely, confused, and almost disappointed, but for bad reasons, i realized. I saw that I was just living life by escaping situation after situation, resting for a bit and having fun until I realized I didn't know what i wanted or I didn't know what to do.
The next morning, we woke up early, and tracey and friends dropped me off at work. Later that night I went to Liz's belated birthday party. It was a generally small crowd, something i was really surprised about considering how likable Liz is. I ended up talking on the phone with a certain someone for hours in the beginning of the party, so I missed out on the massive drinking party going on upstairs. Eventually one particularly drunk kid with long hair and probably in his late twenties walked up to me and said: "Dude, you've been on the phone for hours. I hope you're alright, because you have such a sad face on, dude. Hang up the phone, and enjoy yourself." To this day, I have no idea who he was. But even with that obstacle, he still was looking out for me. Drunk or not, it restored my faith in people. As for the phone conversation, I wasn't trying to look sad, or get any attention, but i guess i couldn't help it. it was a troubling topic, but inevitable. I was loose and comfortable enough to talk about how i felt coldly, without bias, without drama. I'm happy to believe there was little BS'ing going on.
I hung around til really late at that party, hoping I could spend some time with just Liz, since I can't see her as often and i miss the hell out of her, but I found that I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I left at around 4am, walking home, using the oncoming dawn as a flashlight.
Sunday, I was bummed as all hell. I was supposed to meet with some very very important friends, and without a car (windshield still broken on the car I drive and I'm not insured to drive the other), I couldn't go anywhere. I stayed home the whole day, just doing mindless stuff on my computer.
So, I've got a lot of thinking to do.
Monday, July 9, 2007
this is gonna be a big, but entertaining post
Wow. A lot has happened since i last posted anything, so I'll break it down into parts. I think that'll be nice.
Primero, we have Friday, July 6th.
I went to Tracey's Shakespeare show over in Rockland county. I picked her up from her house, then drove over to the RCC campus, where the show was located. I said hello to familiar faces and tried to be as fun as I could be (since I knew I was once again that one creepy guy on the side that not too many people knew). The show got delayed for about 45 minutes by a ridiculous Jurassic Park-esque flash rain/hail storm.
The show was great, and afterwards I took Tracey and Marissa to a Wendy's, and then to a gas station so Marissa could run in and stock up on 40's and Smirnoff's. We brought those to the party house which was huge and empty, which always makes for great times. The party population was 99.9% girls, 0.1 % guys, approximately. I was the 0.1%. So we play Kings, and that was fun, I was able to loosen up and getting people to laugh, and after 3 girls I didn't know at all had to make out with me for the game, and Marissa made out with me just to show them how to make out with someone, I was feeling a little red in the face.
Afterwards, Tracey and I went for a walk around the area, opening ourselves up to each other. I felt very odd, because i was rather tipsy after 2 40's, and she was sobering up quickly, so I had a feeling that I just spoke and acted like an idiot (I tried to lie down in someones lawn, and on the street). We headed back to the house, played "never have I ever" with a few other girls, then went to bed, or rather, couch.
At this point, I was almost sleepwalking, or sleep-talking, I suppose. I was trying as hard as i possibly could to talk to Tracey, because at this point, we were talking about some really important stuff I had been meaning to talk about for a long, long time.
Well, we got about 2 hours of sleep, and I left at around 8am for home. I get a phone call from my new boss at the limo company and he wanted me to come in earlier that day. (this was my first day). I get home, and leave 15 minutes later for work. My boss throws me onto a job right away (no training or anything), and I begin to have the worst work day i have ever had. (the story would be hours long to type, but it involves driving down to the NY boat dock with a broken phone and little knowledge of that area or company policy).
Anyway, let's move on to more fun. That night was Shayna's little get-together for her birthday. It started off a little awkward, since most of us, her party, were at her house, and she wasn't yet. Eventually, she showed up and we moved to the big empty field behind her house. We started a fire, and just drank and talked and joked around for hours. It was amazing. Eventually Liz realized she drank a bit too much, and I took care of her for the rest of the party. It was kinda cute. I drove her home, and I went home, and I had a good night's sleep.
Then, last night, (Sunday) the following happened from work:
(taken from my away message that night)
4:45 - Left from office to JFK
5:55 - Arrived at JFK
6:05 - Intended arrival time.
--> flight was delayed, then diverted to boston
1:30 A.M. - flight arrived, picked up passengers
2:55 A.M. - Dropped off passengers in Buchanan
3:14 A.M. - Went back to office to drop off limo, and fill out paperwork in a dark and unoccupied office.
3:37 A.M. - finished typing this away message.
SUMMARY:
I worked for about 10 hours
I waited in JFK for 6 and a half hours
This was my second day of work.
HOLY BALLS.
So that all sucked.
Anyway, i'm excited about getting my new mobo tomorrow. I can't wait to actually do things on my computer again.
Primero, we have Friday, July 6th.
I went to Tracey's Shakespeare show over in Rockland county. I picked her up from her house, then drove over to the RCC campus, where the show was located. I said hello to familiar faces and tried to be as fun as I could be (since I knew I was once again that one creepy guy on the side that not too many people knew). The show got delayed for about 45 minutes by a ridiculous Jurassic Park-esque flash rain/hail storm.
The show was great, and afterwards I took Tracey and Marissa to a Wendy's, and then to a gas station so Marissa could run in and stock up on 40's and Smirnoff's. We brought those to the party house which was huge and empty, which always makes for great times. The party population was 99.9% girls, 0.1 % guys, approximately. I was the 0.1%. So we play Kings, and that was fun, I was able to loosen up and getting people to laugh, and after 3 girls I didn't know at all had to make out with me for the game, and Marissa made out with me just to show them how to make out with someone, I was feeling a little red in the face.
Afterwards, Tracey and I went for a walk around the area, opening ourselves up to each other. I felt very odd, because i was rather tipsy after 2 40's, and she was sobering up quickly, so I had a feeling that I just spoke and acted like an idiot (I tried to lie down in someones lawn, and on the street). We headed back to the house, played "never have I ever" with a few other girls, then went to bed, or rather, couch.
At this point, I was almost sleepwalking, or sleep-talking, I suppose. I was trying as hard as i possibly could to talk to Tracey, because at this point, we were talking about some really important stuff I had been meaning to talk about for a long, long time.
Well, we got about 2 hours of sleep, and I left at around 8am for home. I get a phone call from my new boss at the limo company and he wanted me to come in earlier that day. (this was my first day). I get home, and leave 15 minutes later for work. My boss throws me onto a job right away (no training or anything), and I begin to have the worst work day i have ever had. (the story would be hours long to type, but it involves driving down to the NY boat dock with a broken phone and little knowledge of that area or company policy).
Anyway, let's move on to more fun. That night was Shayna's little get-together for her birthday. It started off a little awkward, since most of us, her party, were at her house, and she wasn't yet. Eventually, she showed up and we moved to the big empty field behind her house. We started a fire, and just drank and talked and joked around for hours. It was amazing. Eventually Liz realized she drank a bit too much, and I took care of her for the rest of the party. It was kinda cute. I drove her home, and I went home, and I had a good night's sleep.
Then, last night, (Sunday) the following happened from work:
(taken from my away message that night)
4:45 - Left from office to JFK
5:55 - Arrived at JFK
6:05 - Intended arrival time.
--> flight was delayed, then diverted to boston
1:30 A.M. - flight arrived, picked up passengers
2:55 A.M. - Dropped off passengers in Buchanan
3:14 A.M. - Went back to office to drop off limo, and fill out paperwork in a dark and unoccupied office.
3:37 A.M. - finished typing this away message.
SUMMARY:
I worked for about 10 hours
I waited in JFK for 6 and a half hours
This was my second day of work.
HOLY BALLS.
So that all sucked.
Anyway, i'm excited about getting my new mobo tomorrow. I can't wait to actually do things on my computer again.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
happy 4th!
Well, this was the most uneventful 4th of July as of yet, but even so, I was still okay with it.
It mainly consisted of minimal house cleaning, eating a hearty dinner with the family, having some kitchen-set-s'more-maker fun, and then going out to see Transformers.
Oh, Transformers. I had this feeling the movie was created when the director and writers were at a frat party reminiscing about how kickass cartoons used to be, while chugging a ceremonial Keystone Light. But even with its lame dialog and frustrating technical explanation BS, I still enjoyed it. It was what I expected: a modernized, highly produced eye candy flick set to a soundtrack provided by forgettable modern rock bands and Z100 radio. But man, did Optimus Prime look cool.
Anyway, this Thursday is looking pretty uneventful. I'll try to motivate myself to do something, whether it be excercising or writing some music or whatever. I'm still pretty excited for the weekend, seeing as i haven't had a good, fun party experience in a while. Can't wait.
It mainly consisted of minimal house cleaning, eating a hearty dinner with the family, having some kitchen-set-s'more-maker fun, and then going out to see Transformers.
Oh, Transformers. I had this feeling the movie was created when the director and writers were at a frat party reminiscing about how kickass cartoons used to be, while chugging a ceremonial Keystone Light. But even with its lame dialog and frustrating technical explanation BS, I still enjoyed it. It was what I expected: a modernized, highly produced eye candy flick set to a soundtrack provided by forgettable modern rock bands and Z100 radio. But man, did Optimus Prime look cool.
Anyway, this Thursday is looking pretty uneventful. I'll try to motivate myself to do something, whether it be excercising or writing some music or whatever. I'm still pretty excited for the weekend, seeing as i haven't had a good, fun party experience in a while. Can't wait.
Monday, July 2, 2007
party last night
Last night I went over to Rockland to go to Tracey's prom-themed birthday party. I actually had a good time. I've always been in a bit of a shell around her friends, and for a bunch of different reasons. First of all, I've always had the bad habit of thinking that people, when they first meet me, don't really like me. This is something i've been getting better with, however. Secondly, my self-defense is my sense of humor, and I am somewhat intimidated by people that i cannot make laugh. Such is the case with most of Tracey's closest friends.
However, I've become a little bit closer with these people. I think a big help was the presence of some of her cast mates. Oh Lordy, am I familiar with the sense of humor of a theater kid. This time, it came as quite the blessing. I was able to steal some laughs and joke around with these people, and i really got to like them. Now and then I became the center of attention, like when I was describing the subtle differences between Argentine spanish and popular central american spanish.
sexy.
Later that night, I helped clean up. I did this partly because I wanted to be nice, and partly because I was up for spending some time with Tracey.
We talked 'til two in the morning, and we played our usual game of taking turns telling each other secrets. Although it seems like we're becoming more honest with each other, I still feel that on the bottom line, we communicate by just dancing around them. Either way, things are getting better, and new Matt is thriving.
Step two: "Give me the chance, and I will make you very happy. Abuse me, and you are not worth my friendship."
However, I've become a little bit closer with these people. I think a big help was the presence of some of her cast mates. Oh Lordy, am I familiar with the sense of humor of a theater kid. This time, it came as quite the blessing. I was able to steal some laughs and joke around with these people, and i really got to like them. Now and then I became the center of attention, like when I was describing the subtle differences between Argentine spanish and popular central american spanish.
sexy.
Later that night, I helped clean up. I did this partly because I wanted to be nice, and partly because I was up for spending some time with Tracey.
We talked 'til two in the morning, and we played our usual game of taking turns telling each other secrets. Although it seems like we're becoming more honest with each other, I still feel that on the bottom line, we communicate by just dancing around them. Either way, things are getting better, and new Matt is thriving.
Step two: "Give me the chance, and I will make you very happy. Abuse me, and you are not worth my friendship."
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