staying up late

when my friends tell me "sorry, i didn't get much sleep last night" and i never ever ever think, or say "oh, cause you were gettin' it on all night?"

yeah go fuckin' fish for compliments somewhere else!

Asheville, NC

"That's a wheelbeerow."

I drove up through the Carolinas this weekend to visit my buddy Nigel who lives in Asheville. Our old, school friend Mills also joined us all the way from Boone (which is ALSO in NC).

The people there were very nice, and the hipsters were cool too. It was interesting to just be around a different group of people and observe the Asheville life. I actually forgot that I was in a different state until someone made a "At least you're not from Georgia" joke.

We hit the bar @round 2:00 which worried me a little, since I know I can't drink all day. In the back of the bar, was a more "private" room which boasted a fully furnished den, complete with a large flat panel television. This was not exactly my idea of a good time though, as we drank, ate, and watched a show about animals who "act up" (i.e. fall off bridges and impale spectators). I hate being stuck in front of a tv when I am drinking with my friends.

Long story short, I ended up having to lie down around 11:30 and fell asleep. This was after buying 20" sparklers from the gas station, and singing fleet foxes to an empty room.


"Faces of Appalachia" exhibit. Displayed personal stories along with a face sketch.

I must say though that I had a great time, and liked getting out of Athens. The area I stayed in was nick named Ashvilliage. It's located atop a steep hill overlooking the local baseball diamond (their team is named the Tourists...) which billowed applause for a majority of the night. It was a sort of bohemian, progressively green, state-of-mind enclave. And then there was Hendersonville...


"The sole purpose of this picture is to convey my stay in a Hampton Inn in Hendersonville, NC."

On my way back to Georgia, my car broke down. I waited for about an hour, for a wrecker to come by, and after many calls and stressful moments, finally arrived to the hotel. Going to a hotel by yourself when you are my age is interesting. Most people are more than willing to help you, because they think you are running away or on the run, running amok, or anything else having to do with that. I received a phone call from the front desk to let me know that my father was on hold on the other line. When I checked out, the receptionist told me she wasn't sure if she had made a mistake by letting my father know I was staying there. Maybe I look like I'm up to no good.

Anyway, the hotel room was lonely and I didn't have my laptop. I watched tv and ended up sleeping across the span of a king size bed (which is too big. for anyone). Usually I like staying in hotels but sometimes all I think about is that moment in Big, when Tom Hanks has to stay in the motel by himself, and it's in the ghetto, and someone gets shot, and there's a man arguing on the phone in a foreign language right next door. The place I stayed was not like that at all.

The next day the mechanic said that my car started up. They couldn't find a problem with it. I drove it home, it stopped once, started again, and somehow I managed to make it back.

Okay.

real quick

I'm sure most of you have great taste in music and aren't that interested in mine, but I've added an immediately accessible mp3 player which you are probably already being forced to listen to at this very moment...

Hit the A button to stop it from simultaneously playing with whatever you were listening to before and causing an inharmonious cacophony (Ever have that happen to you? and then you just have to frantically check all of your tabs and open windows to see what the hell is making that noise?).

Anyway, just thought I'd inform you of the changes. Feel free to skip through shit until you find something that maybe you haven't heard of or would just like to listen to while the world outside passes you by because you decided to read my blog instead.

best,
The Everyday From Work writer

classes have started again

but IF I was completely unsure of whether or not that statement was true, I could always just look around me and realize that I am, once again, blogging in the library.

Let me just say that I hate Intertubes Explorer and the little-search-engine-that-couldn't, Bing.

I also hate the comptuers at the main library because any sort of multimedia plug-in has been disabled on virtually all computers, making it impossible to play music or watch video. On the brighter side all creepy porn surfers, lurking in the corners where you can't see their screen, giving you their phone number and "causually" getting up and walking to the bathroom at the same time as you, are nowhere to be seen at this very moment!

so going to the bathroom is weird, amiright? eh? eh?

What kinds of things have you gotten yourself into?

Ah a wonderful sunny day, hot as hell, but pleasant. I'm looking out my window onto Barber st. Cars go by and every now and again I'll see one of my friends bike by or awkwardly make eye contact with someone walking by.

News:
Got down to the finals for a friendly poker tournament. Lost. Owed my sponsor five whole dollars.

Re-bruised rib. Took hydro-codeine. On empty stomach. Ate Santa-Fe style rice and beans. No use. Vomiting ensued.

Stranger in health center asked if shoes were for rock climbing. No I said. Water shoes. This is my floor.

New wheel and tire on bicycle. Bike becomes laughing stock for rookie soup.

TOUR DE FORCE GEORGIA: Macon, Athens, Asheville. Parents, Potlucks, Parties.

Today I couldn't decide what to get on my pizza, so I just ordered extra cheese. Then I just worried a lot that it'd make me constipated.

here you go:


Girls like cute things



Guys like adventure