This weekend can be summed by what some would call "work hard, play hard." I've always hated that statement, mainly because of my association of it with Atlantic Station.
This weekend, I woke up in the morning, went to the library, and worked on a paper pretty much until it got dark. Then I went out to celebrate Twilight. It was just as exhilarating as I had remembered, to see the cyclists speed by not more than a few feet away. My buddies from freshman year were in town and I had a great time hanging out with them. We ended up at Walker's where my friend told me she was pretty much negotiation the sale of toilets. It was definitely a night where I might've done more shots than total number of beers I drank. We'll call it equal.
Today I watched Groundhog's Day which was great. And then we watched One Crazy Summer the sister movie to Better Off Dead and finished it off with The Wackness which I enjoyed. I wanted to drink during the last film, but held off. So then I had one when I got home @ 1 and here I am.
You know, my life is not that exciting, but somehow you people still read about it. I guess it's easier when you don't hang out with me a lot.
I ran into a girl today who I know I've met multiple times. This shot across my mind as we approached each other. "Hey Jeremey" she said. "Hey what's up?" was all I had. "You still don't remember my name do you?" I smiled and said "No sorry!" And yeah, I think I got away with it.
I don't really know why I'm still awake. I took about a two minute nap around 1, and now I'm kept awake by my desire to say something of worth, and hopefully have it reach you.
Well, rather than continue to put my senses to rest while waiting for wit to strike, I'll leave you with a little "easter egg" about the name of this blog, as well as my soup (which you you you you uh... can check out). The phrase "everyday from work" comes from the Voxtrot song "rise up in the dirt." It is one of my favorites, not only for its meolodic beauty, but also its subject matter. I suppose that in my mind, I just view it as an optomistic, slightly skeptic, weary, and energized song about doing your best, and still being pretty enamored with a girl. Anyway, you can give it a listen here.
i was going to end this post with a sentimental quote but whatever right. It's quarter to 4 and i'm doing just what i want to.
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