Monthly Archives: October 2011

Velvet Sweet

There’s something about sitting in a dark room, listening to bleeding heart, cut-my-veins music. Slightly inebriated and extremely nostalgic. All the softness of life comes to you and you can’t help but feel at peace, wrapped up in all of life’s velvety sweetness.

 

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(Names edited for privacy)
My friends from back home seem to think my life is full of excitement… but to be honest it’s long boring periods punctuated by very short periods of ridiculousness. I end up with plenty of entertaining stories to tell, but my life is 99% plain vanilla. I’m jealous of people who live fast all the time. I’ve never been able to do it.
Here is one said instance of ridiculous behavior. My friend Stephanie threw a party for a few close friends. I personally ended up naked on a couch outside the room’s window… on the open balcony of the dorm.

Aditya told me about your dad visiting your room. He didn’t finish his story though. What happened?”Stephanie
May 19 at 3:35pm
Oh man… it was a nightmare, Mason.Picture the remnants of the room the night before completely without any type of cleaning whatsoever. All the liquor was still on the “bar” area and the carpet all around was full of blotchy beer/liquor spills. In the bathroom someone had dropped the box full of long neck glass beer bottles, which had shattered all over and the beer and the ice that had filled the box and the bags surrounding the beer formed a 2 inch coating of the floor.The whole suite smelled like booze.

Then there were clothes that people had left…

…. the broken futon …

… MORE liquor bottles….

… the smell of several people vomiting…

…. open bottles of lotion…

After you passed out I realized that everyone else had all popped some ecstasy and so were stripping their clothes and they were taking off our clothes and they raided my lotion stores and everyone was grinding (by this time Aditya and I were the only others remaining besides you passed out…. but we were SO DRUNK) and massaging lotion everywhere and the next thing I remember is arguing with Aditya and looking at the time at finding that it was 5am or some ridiculous time like that…

And everyone was in and out of the room and I just crawled on the bed saying everyone could stay but I was going to sleep and Aditya wanted to shoo everyone out but I told him to leave the door open (I guess I wanted them to retrieve forgotten posessions?? who knows…) and we argued with each other until passing out…

… until 10:30AM when I hear a knock on the door, which I answer… scantily clad and WEARING it HARD from last night, only to find my FATHER…

I rush Aditya out and throw ALL the liquor bottles into ANOTHER box and put it in the bathroom stall on the other side of the suite (where it remains)…

but dad figured it out. All of it. I refused to lie and I was in such deep shit. He had a 30 minute “man to man” talk with dAditya and several talks with me and it wasn’t pretty but he understood that it was pretty much just juvenile irresponsibility and us getting totally carried away… not the blatant disrespect that he thought it was.

Whew…

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Rewind, Five Years Fast

Found this while digging through the recesses of my internet past. I was 16, just about to leave for Belgium on my first foreign exchange with Rotary International. Five years sure do go by quickly.
An Introduction

I figure I’d better sketch out some details here to start with. I’m sixteen years old and I just completed my sophomore year at a very very very very small high school in Oregon. The current major event in my life is my coming exchange to Belgium next year, which I’ll explains more of later. I excell in sports and academics, albeit in a fairly relaxed setting(1A HS). I start at RB and LB in 8-man football, forward in basketball, and have been known to occasionally throw a pointy metal thing and chuck discuses(discucae?) during track season. The student body nominated me for the only job on the student council (treasurer) that actually constitutes daily duties. Bad luck that one. I was formerly extremely introverted until massive amounts of alcohol, some foreign exchange student friends (not necessarily together) plus some personal resolve, managed to reverse that. My small school is not a private one, instead it’s fitted to an equally small town where most of my family lives. (My family is quite large; it fielded the entire starting varsity girl’s basketball team one year) It’s also provided at least 10 1A All-State football players. Three Best Defensive POTG, One offensive, and the MVP award in the annual East-West Allstar game. A dozen or so valedictorians and salutatorians too. Which means that all my cousins have high-tailed it out of this stagnant old logging town and made for either the Willamette Valley or the metros of California. I love and cherish my multitude of cousins, I love each and every one of them. Well, most of the time. I have 3 brothers, one who died last year in a car accident when his disabled friend was driving. It’s been especially hard on my mother. My parents are semi-educated but their paychecks don’t seem to benefit from it. They’re separated(I live with my mom) and both make little enough to qualify me for all the financial aid I’ll ever need. I’ve worked every summer since I was 13 and I’ve made minimum wage EVERY SINGLE YEAR. Believe me, when I say the novelty has worn off. I’m working 40 hours right now(4 tens) which has allowed me to finance my exchange myself. I’ve tried to keep my parents out of it. They’ve got little enough as it is. As it is now past midnight there’s only 40 days until I board a plane at Portland(then hit some connecting flights during my 1 1/2 days in flight) and disembark in Brussels, Belgium. That’s my life as it stands right now. I don’t believe I’ve quite fucked it up yet, but time will tell. Will I realize my dreams? i hope so. Will I be a moral, ethical, and upstanding citizen? Probably not. The question you probably want to ask is: when will I stop rambling? My fingers are tired and a pot of coffee is trying to make me go to sleep (yes sleep) so I’ll vote for right now.

POSTED BY MLL1517 AT 7/13/2006 12:39:00 AM 0 COMMENTS 

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