It is so hot out today, but I will gladly deal with heat far, far, far more than I will the cold. Basically because of the conditions (driving, etc.) The heat doesn't cause you to slide all over the road, get stranded in your house with no food, or give you pneumonia. Again, welcome heat!!
So my lovely day of the best Polish Festlival begins with work until like 3pm. (BTW, we all lived at the house on 5th Street this summer) Then as Bill, Brad, Ryan Casteneda, Tom Slavens, and myself get ready to go, the night was beginning to have a weird but good feeling. Much like you knew it was going to be a good night. Ryan and I start drinking about 5pm and who knows why, playing chess while everyone else is getting ready. We show up at the festival and notice Shawn (haha) working security in the St. Stans parking lot. WTF? I was like, "Dude, get that crap uniform off and come drink!" Of course he didnt, but hey, I'm a good friend and think that if you're working for parking lot security, you need to just stop right then and take a damn good look at yourself.
Anyway, you all know how St. Stans is. Get booze, do a lap, get booze, do a lap, get booze, do a lap...all while talking to people you haven't seen in awhile and catching up. It really is a good time, which I enjoy very much. Well, around 1030 each of us except Bill is well beyond plastered. I'm talking to god knows who about god knows what, and it's one of the few time each year my family can see me out of my mind, and not be mad about the whole deal. So we start to leave to head to Midland St. On the way out we had about 4 girls tagging along to our "group" the entire night. We had no idea who they were, but hey, who am I to tell girls not to hang around us??? We are heading through the parking lot and I proceed to give it to Shawn about how if I dont see him at our house later that night, im gonna kick his ass. As we load into Bill's car, I get in back, as usual, and one of the random girls climb in with me. SCORE! haha, just kidding. I need to get some composure back before getting to Midland St. So, I decide to lay down and/or take a nap on the way over. I just put my head in this random girls lap and start talking about who knows what, but I do remember everyone laughing about whatever I was saying. Now instantly this girl thinks I have interest in her because of my head in her lap. (Tip for pickup moves all, just lay on whoever you like and it'll work itself out, well, probably)
We show up to The Pharmacy bar on Midland St. (This is when that bar was "THE PLACE") and Bill is about ready to kill me because of my drunken ramblings. We all show up and this place looks like the festival moved here. Wall to wall traffic, which I love by the way.We all order more beer, and these girls are unstoppable. Why a few of the dudes didn't like them hangin around, I still dont know, but whatever. I decide it would be a good idea to go dancing with everyone and do a flip off the little mini-window stage the have. So, yeah, I do a flip of the stage right onto Brad, knocking him back into some girl. This leads to her dumping her beer all over her friend, which leads to her friend dumping her beer purposely all over Brad (like it was his fault), yet he is so sweaty from this place, he seems to enjoy it, and then keeps dancing. Now, this place is bumping until about 2am. Once we leave, I start talking to people and forget about leaving with the dudes. All of a sudden another girls comes up to me outside and starts grabbing at me and "hugging" and stuff. Now, I havent seen this girl all night long, but hey, nothing wrong with some 2am affection right?
She decided to somehow figure out that Taco Bell was my weakness, probably because it was the only place open at the time, and asks if I want to get some food. Of course I say, off to her car. Now, I didnt know this but Bill saw me getting into her car, so he figured I was getting a ride home. So they all split for the house. In the 5 minutes it takes to get to Taco Bell, she is driving and trying to "rub my leg" the entire way. If you know me, you know I dont just let people, who's name I dont even know, start getting their way with me. (Maybe in retrospect, i shouldve not had this policy, haha) I just keep playing this like no big deal until I get my food. I did not want this girl knowing where I lived, so when she asked where to go, I said back to the bar, hoping my friends would still be outside there. We get back and I have her drive around the block a few times to see their car, which of course is not there. I say keep circling, because I had to build up the nerve of when to jump out of her moving car.
So yeah, we hit some stop sign and i book it! Heading for the hills! I just started running down Midland St towards the Liberty Bridge. She goes to pull up, to "trap" me and I bolt down to the base of the bridge, frantically calling Bill to come get me. As i'm running explaining where I am, he's laughing his ass off thinking I'm scared of some girl. Regardless, im under the Liberty Bridge, drunk, waiting for a car to come get me. They pull up and cannot believe what the hell i'm talking about, but say that they called a bunch of people and we're now partying at our house. We all pull up to the house, still locked like when we left. No one has arrived yet and all the lights are off, except the bathroom light...
We open the front door and look to see the light on, which no one left on. Now, all being drunk we're thinking some Pulp Fiction bathroom machine gun scene is gonna go down. We start talking quietly getting a bat from behind the couch and lining up to knock a home run with whomever head is coming out of there. The door open and out pops...Jenny. I swear she doesnt know how close she was to a concussion that second. I think it was Ryan that grabbed the end of the bat to make sure it wasn't swung. Evey one is yelling like, "How'd you get in?" and all that, and she answers, "Through the window." What??? hahaha, Jenny, you climbed through the damn window. Now everyone remembers we had a big porch, you couldve just waited 5 minutes.
So over the next 3 hours we keep drinking and talking to everyone over, and lighting more fireworks off of the lawn pissing the neighbors off, and then I went outside to talk to our friend Dana who was sitting on the lawn. Now I did like Dana for awhile, so I thought , Perfect! Outside talking Bill decides to start "working out" on the lawn at 4am doing push-ups and jumping off of random tree stumps or something, trying to look cool. As the night turned to morning, I remember laying back to look at the stars, then the next sound I hear is at 10am, and it's a damn lawn mower.
I asked Dana the next day why the hell she let me fall asleep 5 inches from the sidewalk. Her reply was, I went inside to go to your room, and you said you'll be upstairs in 5 minutes. Now, how is that for what I remember? Everything except what would've led to an excellent time. I swear, it's like my brain has selective guidance, and it is set for things that dont make normal sense. You should remember saying to a girl, i'll be in my room in 5 minutes, but you don't. Pfffff, anyway. I wake up 5 inches from the lawn, sunburn face and all and the damn neighbor with the mower is staring at me laughing.
It was a very good night. haha
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
This is Side 1, flip me over...
(Insert the rest of the Fallout Boy lyrics here)
So what's new? Not much here, just sitting alone listening to The Ramones as usual. School is done for at least the next 8 weeks, which is awesome btw. This means much more poker playing, thank god, and hopefully by next week some very good news will be coming my way. (Well, hopefully anyway. I think positive people.) Oh, and Halloween 5 is on AMC right now. Now, honestly, why would they be showing Halloween 5 at 6pm on June 23rd? This in itself is the question of the day, and since I know just about every little factoid about the Halloween series, I figure it will bother me until I realize that someone weirdo fan is sitting at a control board right now and said, "I wanna watch Halloween 5." Hard to believe, but you know this dude is like 42 years old and lives in a basement.
I'm gonna be at my mom's Friday from like 930am til 2ish beating a garage to death, so if you have nothing else goin on, come visit me.
So back to the tales...maybe Ducktails actually.
So, the next day (after the Jessica/boyfriend night, read other posts, etc.) I gave her a call around 4pm. My ploy was to get her before her boyfriend got out of work, so when he called up, she wouldn't be home, and therefore, well, I win. Remember this is before every person on earth had a cell phone. Of course somehow she answered on the first ring, now I do believe in an odd form of telepathy, but sometimes when you want things to happen they just do. The first words out of her mouth were, "I need to talk to you." Awesome right? Well, sparing all the "I can't hang out with you anymore detail" running through my head, that was not what happened. Instead, she came to my mom's and began to explain that she broke up with her boyfriend the last evening! How cool is that? For me? Well, not directly. She went into explaining why and such and I did have a big part to do with it, but really it was seeing everyone that brought her back to who she "really" was.
We decide to just hang out for awhile and see what happens. The political approach right? No problem, I was happy, i had my crew and friends back, and everything was good. About 3 weeks into the approach she springs on me, "I know you like me and want a relationship..." (Well, no shit, duh, where have you been for 3 weeks?), "So here, I do too, but since you basically run at your own pace, which is always on FAST, I think we need to read this book together." Jessica pulls out "Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars" or whatever. SERIOUSLY people, this is no joke. I give her this look like WTF, but of course, with her mom laughing in the background, I agree and now i am into my first bit of marriage counseling, before even the dating starts.
How's that for progression?
Now, as this is transpiring over the next 6 weeks, a girl named Tara starts hanging out periodically around my work. Myself working at Autozone on Center Ave. noticed that some of the girls working next door at Ponderosa would continuously come into the store, wander, and then leave. Now I thought they were just blowing time on there breaks or whatever, but then realised that I knew one of them, Tara.
I need some help here now--- The first time Tara ever ever ever met me, she came to my mom's with the triplets (Burley's) that lived by B&C Pizza. I remember that because I was making my own "chicken tenders" and had no shirt on. (spraying grease with no shirt on, smart ole me) and she thought I looked "hot". BUT, this was like 6 months before I even have a legit memory of her, so her is where the help is needed. I have no idea what, where, when, or how we began dating. No friggin clue, and I know someone out there knows. I know it was near the beginning of summer, the year Weezer's Green album came out (whatever that was). I was still living at my mom's (until that fall), I was 20 years old. I really need to know because I really do not remember, so please get at me if you have a clue.
So, lets just put it this way...I (we) never finished the marriage help book. Way too many things started to pop up. Like another dude in her life, another bunch of things in mine and so forth, but I need a subject for tomorrow. So werd up.
Check out here tomorrow because as in POLISH FESTIVAL fashion, you will read the funniest polish festival story/night/day whatever you will ever read which involves St. Stan's, Midland St., Jenny almost getting her head knocked off, some chick taking me to taco Bell trying to sleep with me, and me sleeping nearly in the road all night long. Trust me, this is a story of all stories, and somehow I remember it all. Also, Taco Bell is the way into my pants everyone (big secret). Maybe that is what the "girlfriend" girls did, and the others didn't. I think I just gave out my secret.
Oh, and go listen to this:
So what's new? Not much here, just sitting alone listening to The Ramones as usual. School is done for at least the next 8 weeks, which is awesome btw. This means much more poker playing, thank god, and hopefully by next week some very good news will be coming my way. (Well, hopefully anyway. I think positive people.) Oh, and Halloween 5 is on AMC right now. Now, honestly, why would they be showing Halloween 5 at 6pm on June 23rd? This in itself is the question of the day, and since I know just about every little factoid about the Halloween series, I figure it will bother me until I realize that someone weirdo fan is sitting at a control board right now and said, "I wanna watch Halloween 5." Hard to believe, but you know this dude is like 42 years old and lives in a basement.
I'm gonna be at my mom's Friday from like 930am til 2ish beating a garage to death, so if you have nothing else goin on, come visit me.
So back to the tales...maybe Ducktails actually.
So, the next day (after the Jessica/boyfriend night, read other posts, etc.) I gave her a call around 4pm. My ploy was to get her before her boyfriend got out of work, so when he called up, she wouldn't be home, and therefore, well, I win. Remember this is before every person on earth had a cell phone. Of course somehow she answered on the first ring, now I do believe in an odd form of telepathy, but sometimes when you want things to happen they just do. The first words out of her mouth were, "I need to talk to you." Awesome right? Well, sparing all the "I can't hang out with you anymore detail" running through my head, that was not what happened. Instead, she came to my mom's and began to explain that she broke up with her boyfriend the last evening! How cool is that? For me? Well, not directly. She went into explaining why and such and I did have a big part to do with it, but really it was seeing everyone that brought her back to who she "really" was.
We decide to just hang out for awhile and see what happens. The political approach right? No problem, I was happy, i had my crew and friends back, and everything was good. About 3 weeks into the approach she springs on me, "I know you like me and want a relationship..." (Well, no shit, duh, where have you been for 3 weeks?), "So here, I do too, but since you basically run at your own pace, which is always on FAST, I think we need to read this book together." Jessica pulls out "Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars" or whatever. SERIOUSLY people, this is no joke. I give her this look like WTF, but of course, with her mom laughing in the background, I agree and now i am into my first bit of marriage counseling, before even the dating starts.
How's that for progression?
Now, as this is transpiring over the next 6 weeks, a girl named Tara starts hanging out periodically around my work. Myself working at Autozone on Center Ave. noticed that some of the girls working next door at Ponderosa would continuously come into the store, wander, and then leave. Now I thought they were just blowing time on there breaks or whatever, but then realised that I knew one of them, Tara.
I need some help here now--- The first time Tara ever ever ever met me, she came to my mom's with the triplets (Burley's) that lived by B&C Pizza. I remember that because I was making my own "chicken tenders" and had no shirt on. (spraying grease with no shirt on, smart ole me) and she thought I looked "hot". BUT, this was like 6 months before I even have a legit memory of her, so her is where the help is needed. I have no idea what, where, when, or how we began dating. No friggin clue, and I know someone out there knows. I know it was near the beginning of summer, the year Weezer's Green album came out (whatever that was). I was still living at my mom's (until that fall), I was 20 years old. I really need to know because I really do not remember, so please get at me if you have a clue.
So, lets just put it this way...I (we) never finished the marriage help book. Way too many things started to pop up. Like another dude in her life, another bunch of things in mine and so forth, but I need a subject for tomorrow. So werd up.
Check out here tomorrow because as in POLISH FESTIVAL fashion, you will read the funniest polish festival story/night/day whatever you will ever read which involves St. Stan's, Midland St., Jenny almost getting her head knocked off, some chick taking me to taco Bell trying to sleep with me, and me sleeping nearly in the road all night long. Trust me, this is a story of all stories, and somehow I remember it all. Also, Taco Bell is the way into my pants everyone (big secret). Maybe that is what the "girlfriend" girls did, and the others didn't. I think I just gave out my secret.
Oh, and go listen to this:
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I'm Just Lion Around
Wow, it's been awhile, and too much has gone on in the last week to even explain. I'm sick of work, i'm sick of driving, i'm sick of school (even though tomorrow is the last day til fall), and most of all i'm sick of this shithole town known as Grand Rapids. I start out like this, at my Grandpa's brunch (more on this later) a cousin of mine says she lives in Grand Rapids and loves it, and starts going on and on about how much she likes everywhere, and the artsy area, and all that crap. Look everyone, Grand Rapids is NOT a place you should move to. It's cool for about 10 minutes when you first get here, then you start to notice the difference between the "westsiders" and us...the "eastsiders". (i'm talkin about the east and west side of the state) You would think there cannot be much differences right? Wrong. Grand Rapids is divided into about 5 or 6 sections and you can definently tell when you cross each ones boundries. They are not known as Downtown, Alpine, Heritage Hill, Eastown.
No, No, No
They are known as ghetto, worse ghetto, mexican town, mexican town south, wealthy(rich)land, shitbird retard convention area, and "when you stop your car at a traffic light you get 6 bums coming to the window asking for money brick street." There. Grand Rapids to everyone in a nutshell. Soon, I will be gone forever, and trust me, i'm not coming back.
Other news, my brother and his fiancee are moving to La La land after graduation. You can inquire where La La land is if you cannot pickup on the initials. (word games people, fun fun)
And most importantly, my Grandpa Guzdzial died last Monday. Pretty sad all around, and thank you to all my friends that were supportive and such, it really helps knowing people are out there as I always will be for you. My brother had one hell of a time getting to MBS Airport through Chicago. Note to everyone---NEVER get a connecting flight out of Chicago---EVER. Regardless he made it up fine, and the funeral services were as good as a funeral can get. My brother and I, with 4 of our cousins were paul bearers and i'm sure my Grandpa would be proud. I never had any clue how many people he knew (south end Bay City should've clued me in about 25 years ago) or organizations he was aligned with. The whole service (funeral home and church) went great, and at the cemetary they had the whole Honor Guard there to the flag folding and gun salute. It was really really meaningful and I am 100% positive that he was looking down going, "Why all this for me?" It was all for you Grandpa because you deserve it, no need to be modest. You were a great infuence on a lot of people and they all wanted to show you the respect you deserved. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and I am glad that I am. I will miss you forever.
So, i'm gonna be up for the Polish festival next weekend. Prob will be at my mom's from about 930am Friday til about 5pm, so if you wanna swing by a watch me beat the hell out of a garage...feel free to stop by so we can catch up. I'm probably only going to the Festival Saturday night...so yeah, plan accordingly! haha
Oh, and Jenny, if your birthday is Sunday, you have the same birthday as Jim (Flemmer). Too funny.
No, No, No
They are known as ghetto, worse ghetto, mexican town, mexican town south, wealthy(rich)land, shitbird retard convention area, and "when you stop your car at a traffic light you get 6 bums coming to the window asking for money brick street." There. Grand Rapids to everyone in a nutshell. Soon, I will be gone forever, and trust me, i'm not coming back.
Other news, my brother and his fiancee are moving to La La land after graduation. You can inquire where La La land is if you cannot pickup on the initials. (word games people, fun fun)
And most importantly, my Grandpa Guzdzial died last Monday. Pretty sad all around, and thank you to all my friends that were supportive and such, it really helps knowing people are out there as I always will be for you. My brother had one hell of a time getting to MBS Airport through Chicago. Note to everyone---NEVER get a connecting flight out of Chicago---EVER. Regardless he made it up fine, and the funeral services were as good as a funeral can get. My brother and I, with 4 of our cousins were paul bearers and i'm sure my Grandpa would be proud. I never had any clue how many people he knew (south end Bay City should've clued me in about 25 years ago) or organizations he was aligned with. The whole service (funeral home and church) went great, and at the cemetary they had the whole Honor Guard there to the flag folding and gun salute. It was really really meaningful and I am 100% positive that he was looking down going, "Why all this for me?" It was all for you Grandpa because you deserve it, no need to be modest. You were a great infuence on a lot of people and they all wanted to show you the respect you deserved. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and I am glad that I am. I will miss you forever.
So, i'm gonna be up for the Polish festival next weekend. Prob will be at my mom's from about 930am Friday til about 5pm, so if you wanna swing by a watch me beat the hell out of a garage...feel free to stop by so we can catch up. I'm probably only going to the Festival Saturday night...so yeah, plan accordingly! haha
Oh, and Jenny, if your birthday is Sunday, you have the same birthday as Jim (Flemmer). Too funny.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I really need to move on...
So tonight there are the Tigers playing, basketball, and the Wings championship. Lots of channel surfing to do, yet somehow I will find myself playing PunchOut during all of this. Oh, and my teacher forgot to post the homework for tomorrow online, so no one will have done it, then he'll wonder why and it'll take 10 people to explain how it wasn't up. And the powers that be at my work decided to fire 2 people, the 2 people above me in the food chain. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I definently will let you know in a few weeks though. By the way...Grand Rapids sucks worse the The River Rock bar on a Tuesday morning. Honestly, I could go into a 12 page blog about how much the people in this place suck, along with other things, and maybe someday I will, but seriously right now...this place can kiss my ass.
I get my wisdom teeth out on Friday too! Hooray!
James, Higgins, and I split from the arcade and head back to James house to hook up with his sister. I was still in shock on how Jessica could actually be so excited to see me. Maybe it was just the excitement of the situation or something, but who cares. The sun was setting and we all decided to just go for a walk instead of sitting around for a bit. By now the entire "crew" had shown up. The group had not totally hung out in so long that when nigga Shawn drove by and saw us all out he almost crashed his car. Now this was a longgggggg walk. We took off from Elm St. (Bay City know exactly where this is) over 2 bridges, down by Midland St., and back. It took up about 2 hours of our time, and I didn't mind a bit. The whole time (with the crew trailing behind us talking too) Jessica and I just caught up about our lives, and how stupid everything was. Our lives weren't that different now, just older. I don't remember exact things from the conversation, which I normally do. I have an excellent memory of conversations and events, but when I don't remember them, it's usually because I'm talking too fast or too much. (well, I probably shouldn't remember anything then)
Now, call it the "rebound" effect or whatever, but since I had just broken up with Stacy about 4 hours before, Jessica was looking pretty damn good at the time. Now she always had, but you know...rebound! So i'm trying really hard to foocus on how I can just stay in the moment forever. This day was already such a big deal to me, and I didn't want it to end. Once we all got back to their house, we all sat outside and just chilled for awhile. Certainly something was going to come up about Stacy or anyone elses girlfriend/boyfriend soon, we all just kept avoiding the issue. Everyone did. No mention of Shawn's random women, Gabe's 7 day old bride (he got married while I was in St. Louis), Stacy, nothing. And then it came, "Oh, Justin, you have got to meet my boyfriend. His name is Justin too and he lives at Huntington Place Apartment's." Goddammit! Seriously, I almost needed a fucking respirator. (now, the next summer I moved into Huntington Place ironically) Great, huh? Well of course he shows up about 20 minutes later. It's about 12:30 am now and it;s just me, shawn, and her until "justin" shows up. Once he got there, well lets reword that, he was one of those dudes now known as "hollister bro's". Get it? (You know the type, i won't get into it) So , once he got there it was instantly weird. Like Jessica knew that he wasn't her type, and we knew it, but he didn't know it, and the only thing that was keeping them good at that moment was that this was all new again.
Well, the other thing is that since it was cold, they had a blanket, and I swear to this day she was playing with his balls underneath it out there, Anywho, I sure wasn't shacking up with Shawn that night, so we called it cool and tok off. Jessica said to call her tomorrow so we could hang out, and she knew I would. Wait until you hear what comes out of her mouth that next day. Next time people, other tasks to tend too.
New Year's Eve, Y2K1 i believe, Bill and I got stuck working at the pizza joint til 2 fucking AM that night. Shitty yes, but we made it worth it. All of my friends knew we were working, and since we couldn't be at any party, they brought it to us. That night it was shitty out. Like ice all over the streets, snow everywhere, and horribily cold. What better than to have myself go "shoeskating" holding onto the outside of a car door?!? What a New Year's. At midnight I decided to grasp the car door (with the window down) and have Shawn truck me around the side streets. the oads were like glass, an since my shoes are always worn down, I slid around like I was on skates. I probably could've let go, hit a pole, busted my head through a car's grill, whatever. But at the time, it was just too cool to pass up. Of course no one else did, they weren't that stupid, but hey I gotta do what I gotta do. Much like everytime I did flips into the bushes outside of my homes. I still have the marks on my back from those fucking things, but no one else was gonna flip into them, so of course, I wiil always be the exception.
So listen to Green Day's new album. It's just okay on the first and second spins, but once you listen to it a few times, it really is pretty damn good.
And i'm gonna leave you with this gnarly pic of Shawn to help you through hump day tomorrow. Enjoy! hahaha
I get my wisdom teeth out on Friday too! Hooray!
James, Higgins, and I split from the arcade and head back to James house to hook up with his sister. I was still in shock on how Jessica could actually be so excited to see me. Maybe it was just the excitement of the situation or something, but who cares. The sun was setting and we all decided to just go for a walk instead of sitting around for a bit. By now the entire "crew" had shown up. The group had not totally hung out in so long that when nigga Shawn drove by and saw us all out he almost crashed his car. Now this was a longgggggg walk. We took off from Elm St. (Bay City know exactly where this is) over 2 bridges, down by Midland St., and back. It took up about 2 hours of our time, and I didn't mind a bit. The whole time (with the crew trailing behind us talking too) Jessica and I just caught up about our lives, and how stupid everything was. Our lives weren't that different now, just older. I don't remember exact things from the conversation, which I normally do. I have an excellent memory of conversations and events, but when I don't remember them, it's usually because I'm talking too fast or too much. (well, I probably shouldn't remember anything then)
Now, call it the "rebound" effect or whatever, but since I had just broken up with Stacy about 4 hours before, Jessica was looking pretty damn good at the time. Now she always had, but you know...rebound! So i'm trying really hard to foocus on how I can just stay in the moment forever. This day was already such a big deal to me, and I didn't want it to end. Once we all got back to their house, we all sat outside and just chilled for awhile. Certainly something was going to come up about Stacy or anyone elses girlfriend/boyfriend soon, we all just kept avoiding the issue. Everyone did. No mention of Shawn's random women, Gabe's 7 day old bride (he got married while I was in St. Louis), Stacy, nothing. And then it came, "Oh, Justin, you have got to meet my boyfriend. His name is Justin too and he lives at Huntington Place Apartment's." Goddammit! Seriously, I almost needed a fucking respirator. (now, the next summer I moved into Huntington Place ironically) Great, huh? Well of course he shows up about 20 minutes later. It's about 12:30 am now and it;s just me, shawn, and her until "justin" shows up. Once he got there, well lets reword that, he was one of those dudes now known as "hollister bro's". Get it? (You know the type, i won't get into it) So , once he got there it was instantly weird. Like Jessica knew that he wasn't her type, and we knew it, but he didn't know it, and the only thing that was keeping them good at that moment was that this was all new again.
Well, the other thing is that since it was cold, they had a blanket, and I swear to this day she was playing with his balls underneath it out there, Anywho, I sure wasn't shacking up with Shawn that night, so we called it cool and tok off. Jessica said to call her tomorrow so we could hang out, and she knew I would. Wait until you hear what comes out of her mouth that next day. Next time people, other tasks to tend too.
New Year's Eve, Y2K1 i believe, Bill and I got stuck working at the pizza joint til 2 fucking AM that night. Shitty yes, but we made it worth it. All of my friends knew we were working, and since we couldn't be at any party, they brought it to us. That night it was shitty out. Like ice all over the streets, snow everywhere, and horribily cold. What better than to have myself go "shoeskating" holding onto the outside of a car door?!? What a New Year's. At midnight I decided to grasp the car door (with the window down) and have Shawn truck me around the side streets. the oads were like glass, an since my shoes are always worn down, I slid around like I was on skates. I probably could've let go, hit a pole, busted my head through a car's grill, whatever. But at the time, it was just too cool to pass up. Of course no one else did, they weren't that stupid, but hey I gotta do what I gotta do. Much like everytime I did flips into the bushes outside of my homes. I still have the marks on my back from those fucking things, but no one else was gonna flip into them, so of course, I wiil always be the exception.
So listen to Green Day's new album. It's just okay on the first and second spins, but once you listen to it a few times, it really is pretty damn good.
And i'm gonna leave you with this gnarly pic of Shawn to help you through hump day tomorrow. Enjoy! hahaha
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
It's in my nature to be changing
I have stupid homework, groceries to buy, Tigers and Red Wings to watch, a sexy body to keep gleaming, and I feel like writing. Plus, I said i'd be doing this about every other day. You can blame school for keeping that away, but only 3 weeks left for these shit summer classes, then the real fun begins. They end the Monday before the Polish Festival, so believe me, i'll be up and celebrating for more than just the typical reasons.
Now before jumping into the whole St. Louis-coming home conundrum, i;d like to say that I have left out a bunch of dumb ass things that happened during "The Stacy year-and-a half." Those will probably be thrown in from time to time over the next bit because drugs have killed my brain. Actually, it's just that I don't keep notes about life events (i don't do drugs dummy, even though no one believes that) and usually remember them in my sleep, so then I can write them the next day. I remember now when Ryan Casteneda and I first were hanging out and he rode with me out to Randy's house in Munger to meet that entire group for the first time. Somehow we decided to have like a 6 on 1 wrestling match against "the new guy" in his front yard. I dont remember much from that day except that Ryan got an acoustic guitar busted over his back for no reason. Driving home he said, "Your friends are crazy, i'm never going back there." Haha, such a lie. He was back with Randy and such from the next day until now. Funny how such good friends come from such odd beginings (much like me and Jim Flemmer). Us too, Ryan and I became friend because Jessica initally wanted to date him, and Micheal and I tagged along one night, and then he and I became great friends without those two.
So I go to St. Louis directly after court, and spend the next 8 days there hanging at my dad's cousin's house. My grandparents, my brother, my dad, and my eventual step-mom also came down. Ann was actually on business in Kansas City at the time so she just met us there. (Funny inset -- Ann was staying at the same hotel in Kansas City that the Ozzfest tour was one night, and when she showed up to St. Louis she said, "Justin, have you ever heard of Ozzy Osbourne?" Now this was before the whole pop culture explosion and you actually had to listen to heavy music to know him. I said yeah, duh. She goes into this story of how 2 days ago she met him in an elevator on the way up to their rooms. He introduced himself and she said something about how odd everyone in the lobby looked [haha]. Nothing more, but it's funny how if you don't know someone is "famous" you dont think about it much) Okay, back to the tale. This trip was awesome because it was what I NEEDED. I had my head so far up Stacy's ass for so long that it became a way of life. I'd leave school, leave work, leave home, and head directly to Stacy's. If my friends wanted to hang out, Stacy would have a shit-fit and then i'd end up sitting around with her. All day and night, everyday.
I of course called her when I could (before personal cell-phones folks), but after a few days without her, and enjoying my dad and brother, it began to feel that when I called it was a chore. I was doing so much, but didnt feel like telling her about it. It was kind of like, hey, i'll see you around. I hadn't been "free" in so long, that just the feeling was invigorating. Either way, when we got home, it was only around 9pm one night. She was begging for me to come over once I got into town, but my dad knew that, so he of course "barred" me from going there. He had me stay at his house until the next day. My parents didnt ever like her too well, and my dad could sense that I was straying from her, so I think he had a little motive here. When I showed up the next day, it was the same old shit. Sitting around, whatever. I felt that there was a whole world out there that I was missing because of this. And she didn't want to go anywhere. 2 days went by and it was like this. I felt like a damn freak-on-a-leash. Finally one day, Higgins called me up on her house phone asking if I wanted to come to his house and chill. I said of course, i couldnt wait to leave, but really didnt have any excuse. I got off the phone and immediately said, "I'm goin to Ryan's, by myself." Now this would piss any girlfriend off, but I was fed up. This was my chance to grow a set of balls.
I just said whatever and walked out the front door. There she stood, on the porch yelling, "If you drive off, we're done!" And that's what I did, I drove away. Now the reason I say James had really saved my life was this. I show up at Higgin's, and call it divine intervention or whatever, but as soon as I get there James pulls into the driveway. Now to understand the seriousness of this: I HADNT SEEN, SPOKEN, NOTHING FROM JAMES OR JESSICA IN 20 MONTHS. So when he pulls in, i'm thinking, "great, here come a fight." But in honesty, i was so relieved because what I needed the whole time was James. He was the most normal "old" friend that hadnt gone nuts with some girl (that'll be soon though, haha) and I fucking needed someone like that. When he got out of the car it was like everything was cool. I said my girlfriend just left me (or vice-versa) and he says "good, about time." WTF? We all decide to go to the arcade (wtf also) and then he drops it, "Hey, someone wants to see you.." Jessica of course (woot woot). We stop in front of his house on the way and she comes outside, it was almost like a setup seriously. We talk for a few like nothing was ever wrong and I said we'll be back soon so we can talk. Now this day/night of my life was a big event even though to others it might seem like nothing really. This day I grew some balls toward my girlfriend instead of being the pussywhipped donk, met important people again and learned that grudges are for retards, and after the rest of the night learned that the world again would rule.
Believe me, all I could think about at the arcade was what Jessica and I could talk about later. I wanted to get back to that front porch immediately, and James and Higgins could sense it. But, more on that later. It's so good though.
I gotta get pictures on this thing too. Soon I say!
I think instead of putting the music I listened to of that time, i'll put what i'm listening to now. I still listen to that old shit too, but this way maybe you'll like something I put up and check it out.
Word...Millencolin - Kingwood (recommended from my buddy in the Lawrence Arms today.)
Thanks for reading!
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