It was very pleasant. Friday was much less nerve-wracking and stressful as it should have been. Starting my day off very early ( 9am) and sleeping through my physical therapy session that was at 8am, I showered quickly and after a brief, quaint breakfast date with myself went straight to the computer lab. I had three online tests to do for this online business course that the business college requires all due today, and an (easy and short) 1400 word essay due at 4:15. Long story short, I knock out hours worth of instructional vids and interactive practices in fractions of the time I was allotted for them and got to enjoy a nice 1 on 1 lunch with a good friend before his own departure and my own test-appointments came up. And the essay? It was pushed back to be due two days later at 11:59pm... Which basically meant I was in the clear to not even look at my near-finished draft until 10:30 that day. Anyway, so I knock out my tests and manage to do so rather effortlessly considering I learned everything I needed for them only hours before. This opened up about an hour's worth of time that I wasn't quite sure what to do with. You know, other than think about how badly I wanted to be home or re-playing the scenario out in my head that when I was walking toward the testing room and happened upon madame just-needs-to-focus-on-herself-because-she's-actually-fresh-out-of-a-relationship I (instead of silently and un-remarkably passing by) said hello to her and she would-
1.) Wave back somewhat awkwardly with the same face one might make if they realized they'd just stepped on gum
2.) Wave back and say hi very warmly as if to say she wanted to talk to me, but again, needed to focus on herself this semester so she is barring herself ( as if so much could be heard or seen in such a brief interaction)
3.) Have her left ear grow to ten times it's size and point my direction upon picking up the sound waves from my mouth- followed by her whipping her head my way with her eyes suddenly cat-like with vertical slits for pupils
4.) Stop in place, and after saying hi, realize she wants to talk to me to set things straight to let me know that she is interested in me, and then we go about making plans with each other and I skip comp. II so we can walk to campus corner and talk over some coffee while the rain symbolically if not distastefully romantically comes down heavy outside of and against the large window panes of the coffee shop and trickles off of the embroidered edges of the awning that hangs over the front door
5.) Not hear me and keep walking.
Anyway... So what did I do? Walking toward my comp. class, I spotted a dog walking by that was clearly lost by its owner, and after dropping my things off, made it my mission to go fetch it. I figured it would be a truly suck-ish way to kick-start that person's break if they lost their dog.
An hour passes, as do many questioning glances of on-lookers passing by and my inquiries for them in regard to the whereabouts of the dog. Once amply late to class, I find that the dog has been taken care of because another individual finally was kind enough to stop the dog while it was near them, and alerted the owner.
On a normal day, for a normal person, this whole situation would have become quite the rant that friends and family back home would have had the pleasure of being audience to. But for me, as odd as I am, it was actually a blessing. It gave me an excuse to feel the rain, versus just get wet... It's not many times in life that we get valid excuses to just do nonsensical things for the sake of doing them. And I know that of course who says you really need one? But sometimes you just feel like you do, and this time I did, and I got it.
Following this, I checked in for the final piece of comp. II (my teacher actually excused my lateness because she liked my excuse), grabbed some chow, and hopped into my car with my comic-book-esque buddy back home. Traffic sucked, but I mean even if it really didn't I would say it did just because I wanted to be back home so badly. Once I got back, I dropped off my passenger, and stayed up through the early hours of morning with some close friends who were on the tail ends of their own spring break. It was lots of YouTube videos and Super Smash Bros.
Saturday: Played a pick-up game of soccer with some young'uns before some guy came by and kicked us out (they don't like the prospect of kids dropping dead on their school's football field all too much). So I met with a few others at Sonic for a quick post-match "bro sesh" (translation= bro session, which is a time set aside for homo-social bonds of the male variety where anything and everything under the sun can and will be discussed). After this I scooped up my Baylor buddy, and joined some some other homies for a hot tub hangout.
Sunday: Went to church ( which was refreshing) and spent the rest of the day flipping back and forth between reading, ignoring my essay, and playing video games... And then eating dinner with my family for my older brother's birthday ( he turned 22).
Monday: Watched lots of Netflix, had lunch with some people at Torchy's, spent some time 1 on 1 with a good gal pal of mine at Salvation Army, and then helped out my high school coach and little brother at rugby practice. After that? No idea I think I just played games and watched movies.
Tuesday: Lots of nothing. Later on I got to drop by my friend's greenhouse he takes care of for his volunteer organization, and even went to an open mic night at a nice cafe in Dallas with some friends from Houston. To close, we had dinner at Twisted Root and I passed out as soon as I touched my bed back home. I also jammed out really hard to Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding.
Wednesday: I hooked my current senior-in-high-school homie up fat with some Wendy's during his lunch period. Security is good to the point of being a bit much at my school ( no complaints, just a bit of a pain in the neck as a non-violent visitor) so I had to meet him outside and duck administrators now and then mid conversation. But it was very nice. Right after, I read in my car in the parking lot of Starbucks for a while before meeting with my former teacher/ current lifelong friend inside for a nice life talk. It's always nice to see her, she's so wise and has so many experiences and stories that she shares with me. I love it. After that, I honestly couldn't tell you what I did with my night because I don't know. I might've gone to kohl's with my mom or something... I have some joggers now, and I like them. For once jeans fit my buns and thighs, but don't look like parachute pants by the time they reach my toothpick ankles.
Thursday: I.... worked on homework? Yeah that's it. I know the reviews and what not were opened up on tabs in front me, but as far as actually doing anything with them I'm not entirely sure. But the music I was blasting all the while and the food I gorged on during this time sure made me feel good about myself. I assisted practice again for my little brother, and after hanging out with him and his buddies after practice, disclosing some nostalgic experiences of my own from high school, I dropped those poops off and eventually met up with two close homies (one I'd known since 5th grade, the other since 7th) for a "bro sesh" and even a brief free-styling session on the way back from taco bell later that night. Again, for you who refuse to listen and sometimes need a reminder, a bro sesh is basically a sort of time set apart to build upon homosocial bonds devoid of the opposite sex, and full of whatever you want. It can be really deep, or incredibly stupid, or even pen-drop silent. But oddly enough, no matter the context or conversation involved, the bonds grow stronger and more complex through them, so they're pretty awesome and a definite must if you want to turn "high school friends" into brothers and lifelong companions.
Friday: All day I did the remainder of my studying, knocked out a few assignments, and met with some peeps for a nice college basketball watch party. The host ended up passing out like a dingus, but we hung with her "cool af" Dad for a few hours before heading home. On the way I snagged some Whataburger with my passenger, and passed out fat and happy in my twin sized, disheveled bed sheets.
Saturday: I can't remember much about the morning, but I do know that after a few other friends came to my home, we ate at Chic-fil-a after this long roundabout issue where one person ate because we had already eaten but then once they got here we were all hungry so we ate at Chic-fil-a which is where they just were and had to eat alone so that was fun. And then right as we left another friend wanted to eat, and having to eat alone chose Chic-fil-a as well... After some other stoogery, most left, and after catching up with a long-time friend for a while at his job, flew solo to a house concert (it was this tour that my very talented musician friends were on, and their home was the final stop in the week long trip). It was very fun and "warm" if that makes sense. There were many people of many different ages but the humor and jolliness was universal. After a few rounds of rowdy card games (never heard of Pounce before, but it's a blast I highly recommend it) I left with a little crew and spent the rest of the night at Cafe Brazil before going home. I spilled water all over myself and my shoes smelled really bad that entire night but juxtaposed forcefully with the contrasting emotions of closeness etc that the concert location gave, it was a very comfortable and yet uncomfortable night. But I loved it.
Sunday: I had lunch with my second family (the family that probably wants me to marry their daughter who is my closest friend-girl, but will still want me at their family functions if such dreams do not come true). It was at our usual place where we are regulars, which honestly is the coolest thing for some reason. That situation where you walk, they see you, address you by name, and sit you down with a smile on their face. Like old friends you were never really sure where their life took them, but you don't really ask because wherever it went, they seem to be doing okay, so though the connection is there you don't do much to act on it. Her parents, as awesome as they are, paid for my meal full of laughs and odd tales before giving me hearty hugs and sending me on my way. For the next few hours I packed up for my trip back to school, and then got sidetracked when I was invited to gorge on some cheap pho before heading out. Pho for those who don't know, is basically like the Vietnamese version of ramen, but a million dillion times better and full of meat/whatever you want and doesn't suck. Eventually my friend-girl and others join, we get fat for a bit, then I'm about to go back to school until.... The father strikes again. Apparently he wasn't too happy that I've been driving around on my spare tire for a few weeks now, so he refused to let me drive back home until I put back on the actual, fixed tire ( which by the way, made me panicky the entire rest of the break when I would drive and feel any type of dip or swivel of the car). It took a while, and one perfectly good and cheap car-jack later, I got it done, got a good rinse in, and then dip out. The drive back was beautiful (or at least as beautiful as a trip to Oklahoma can be) until the final hour of the trip. What was supposed to be the final stretch turned into a final streeeeetch because traffic was so backed up. A 3 hour trip became 5-ish real fast, and one tangle with a reusable sports bottle filled with my urine later, and many odd stares gone by, I pulled into campus and wallowed in my shame for a while.
Spring break was nice. 10/10 would recommend. I look forward to next year.
1.) Wave back somewhat awkwardly with the same face one might make if they realized they'd just stepped on gum
2.) Wave back and say hi very warmly as if to say she wanted to talk to me, but again, needed to focus on herself this semester so she is barring herself ( as if so much could be heard or seen in such a brief interaction)
3.) Have her left ear grow to ten times it's size and point my direction upon picking up the sound waves from my mouth- followed by her whipping her head my way with her eyes suddenly cat-like with vertical slits for pupils
4.) Stop in place, and after saying hi, realize she wants to talk to me to set things straight to let me know that she is interested in me, and then we go about making plans with each other and I skip comp. II so we can walk to campus corner and talk over some coffee while the rain symbolically if not distastefully romantically comes down heavy outside of and against the large window panes of the coffee shop and trickles off of the embroidered edges of the awning that hangs over the front door
5.) Not hear me and keep walking.
Anyway... So what did I do? Walking toward my comp. class, I spotted a dog walking by that was clearly lost by its owner, and after dropping my things off, made it my mission to go fetch it. I figured it would be a truly suck-ish way to kick-start that person's break if they lost their dog.
An hour passes, as do many questioning glances of on-lookers passing by and my inquiries for them in regard to the whereabouts of the dog. Once amply late to class, I find that the dog has been taken care of because another individual finally was kind enough to stop the dog while it was near them, and alerted the owner.
On a normal day, for a normal person, this whole situation would have become quite the rant that friends and family back home would have had the pleasure of being audience to. But for me, as odd as I am, it was actually a blessing. It gave me an excuse to feel the rain, versus just get wet... It's not many times in life that we get valid excuses to just do nonsensical things for the sake of doing them. And I know that of course who says you really need one? But sometimes you just feel like you do, and this time I did, and I got it.
Following this, I checked in for the final piece of comp. II (my teacher actually excused my lateness because she liked my excuse), grabbed some chow, and hopped into my car with my comic-book-esque buddy back home. Traffic sucked, but I mean even if it really didn't I would say it did just because I wanted to be back home so badly. Once I got back, I dropped off my passenger, and stayed up through the early hours of morning with some close friends who were on the tail ends of their own spring break. It was lots of YouTube videos and Super Smash Bros.
Saturday: Played a pick-up game of soccer with some young'uns before some guy came by and kicked us out (they don't like the prospect of kids dropping dead on their school's football field all too much). So I met with a few others at Sonic for a quick post-match "bro sesh" (translation= bro session, which is a time set aside for homo-social bonds of the male variety where anything and everything under the sun can and will be discussed). After this I scooped up my Baylor buddy, and joined some some other homies for a hot tub hangout.
Sunday: Went to church ( which was refreshing) and spent the rest of the day flipping back and forth between reading, ignoring my essay, and playing video games... And then eating dinner with my family for my older brother's birthday ( he turned 22).
Monday: Watched lots of Netflix, had lunch with some people at Torchy's, spent some time 1 on 1 with a good gal pal of mine at Salvation Army, and then helped out my high school coach and little brother at rugby practice. After that? No idea I think I just played games and watched movies.
Tuesday: Lots of nothing. Later on I got to drop by my friend's greenhouse he takes care of for his volunteer organization, and even went to an open mic night at a nice cafe in Dallas with some friends from Houston. To close, we had dinner at Twisted Root and I passed out as soon as I touched my bed back home. I also jammed out really hard to Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding.
Wednesday: I hooked my current senior-in-high-school homie up fat with some Wendy's during his lunch period. Security is good to the point of being a bit much at my school ( no complaints, just a bit of a pain in the neck as a non-violent visitor) so I had to meet him outside and duck administrators now and then mid conversation. But it was very nice. Right after, I read in my car in the parking lot of Starbucks for a while before meeting with my former teacher/ current lifelong friend inside for a nice life talk. It's always nice to see her, she's so wise and has so many experiences and stories that she shares with me. I love it. After that, I honestly couldn't tell you what I did with my night because I don't know. I might've gone to kohl's with my mom or something... I have some joggers now, and I like them. For once jeans fit my buns and thighs, but don't look like parachute pants by the time they reach my toothpick ankles.
Thursday: I.... worked on homework? Yeah that's it. I know the reviews and what not were opened up on tabs in front me, but as far as actually doing anything with them I'm not entirely sure. But the music I was blasting all the while and the food I gorged on during this time sure made me feel good about myself. I assisted practice again for my little brother, and after hanging out with him and his buddies after practice, disclosing some nostalgic experiences of my own from high school, I dropped those poops off and eventually met up with two close homies (one I'd known since 5th grade, the other since 7th) for a "bro sesh" and even a brief free-styling session on the way back from taco bell later that night. Again, for you who refuse to listen and sometimes need a reminder, a bro sesh is basically a sort of time set apart to build upon homosocial bonds devoid of the opposite sex, and full of whatever you want. It can be really deep, or incredibly stupid, or even pen-drop silent. But oddly enough, no matter the context or conversation involved, the bonds grow stronger and more complex through them, so they're pretty awesome and a definite must if you want to turn "high school friends" into brothers and lifelong companions.
Friday: All day I did the remainder of my studying, knocked out a few assignments, and met with some peeps for a nice college basketball watch party. The host ended up passing out like a dingus, but we hung with her "cool af" Dad for a few hours before heading home. On the way I snagged some Whataburger with my passenger, and passed out fat and happy in my twin sized, disheveled bed sheets.
Saturday: I can't remember much about the morning, but I do know that after a few other friends came to my home, we ate at Chic-fil-a after this long roundabout issue where one person ate because we had already eaten but then once they got here we were all hungry so we ate at Chic-fil-a which is where they just were and had to eat alone so that was fun. And then right as we left another friend wanted to eat, and having to eat alone chose Chic-fil-a as well... After some other stoogery, most left, and after catching up with a long-time friend for a while at his job, flew solo to a house concert (it was this tour that my very talented musician friends were on, and their home was the final stop in the week long trip). It was very fun and "warm" if that makes sense. There were many people of many different ages but the humor and jolliness was universal. After a few rounds of rowdy card games (never heard of Pounce before, but it's a blast I highly recommend it) I left with a little crew and spent the rest of the night at Cafe Brazil before going home. I spilled water all over myself and my shoes smelled really bad that entire night but juxtaposed forcefully with the contrasting emotions of closeness etc that the concert location gave, it was a very comfortable and yet uncomfortable night. But I loved it.
Sunday: I had lunch with my second family (the family that probably wants me to marry their daughter who is my closest friend-girl, but will still want me at their family functions if such dreams do not come true). It was at our usual place where we are regulars, which honestly is the coolest thing for some reason. That situation where you walk, they see you, address you by name, and sit you down with a smile on their face. Like old friends you were never really sure where their life took them, but you don't really ask because wherever it went, they seem to be doing okay, so though the connection is there you don't do much to act on it. Her parents, as awesome as they are, paid for my meal full of laughs and odd tales before giving me hearty hugs and sending me on my way. For the next few hours I packed up for my trip back to school, and then got sidetracked when I was invited to gorge on some cheap pho before heading out. Pho for those who don't know, is basically like the Vietnamese version of ramen, but a million dillion times better and full of meat/whatever you want and doesn't suck. Eventually my friend-girl and others join, we get fat for a bit, then I'm about to go back to school until.... The father strikes again. Apparently he wasn't too happy that I've been driving around on my spare tire for a few weeks now, so he refused to let me drive back home until I put back on the actual, fixed tire ( which by the way, made me panicky the entire rest of the break when I would drive and feel any type of dip or swivel of the car). It took a while, and one perfectly good and cheap car-jack later, I got it done, got a good rinse in, and then dip out. The drive back was beautiful (or at least as beautiful as a trip to Oklahoma can be) until the final hour of the trip. What was supposed to be the final stretch turned into a final streeeeetch because traffic was so backed up. A 3 hour trip became 5-ish real fast, and one tangle with a reusable sports bottle filled with my urine later, and many odd stares gone by, I pulled into campus and wallowed in my shame for a while.
Spring break was nice. 10/10 would recommend. I look forward to next year.
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