Weekend Trips and Falls...

Went up to Lake Geneva this w.e. and it was... I don't really think there is any other word besides "eh." to describe it. I was unable to read my book at anytime, so I had to read the whole thing (minus about 50 - 60 pgs.) last nite. Then write a five - page report on it. Just before I was done with the paper, I realized it was only worth 10% of the course's final grade and kind of trailed off as far as any kind of continuity in my report goes.

Anyway. The weekend. Mostly spent either watching MST3K or "Dirty Pretty Things." Good stuff, yes, but I wanted to spend more time swimming/playing pool. However by the time all the rich white kiddies left the "clubhouse" where such activities were located, the tall police fellow told Matt, Katherine and I to leave. When I vowed to get up early and do such activities, I forgot how to. In other words, I just didn't. We went boating which was rather fun (despite my visor getting caught in the wind and falling into the lake). My sibs and I had plenty of fun riding the golf cart provided and Matt fell off at one point. I was laughing too hard to feel bad. I knew (and it did happen) that I would eventually be in the same place anyway later. We ate out every nite and morning and I had no time to work out at all. So, this week will be devoted to losing all that wisonsin cheese rather than catching up on sleep as I had originally planned.

I found myself thinking about Erin a whole lot this weekend as well. I had been dreaming about her a bit more frequently last week and it got me thinking (more than usual that is) about how everything could have happended the way it did. I really do miss her but can't even imagine us getting back together anymore because of all this time we've had apart and because of certain things she's told me about herself recently.

I think we're going to Caffiene tonight to attend an open mic. I don't really have any desire to read at this particular one anymore. Nor do I have the urge to even write much of anything anymore because it all leads back to how unhappy I am and how happy I was when I was writing for the purpose of open mics and slams and such. Its all tied in with the fact that the past isn't coming back no matter how much I think it should. Now if it did would it really make anyone happy, or would it just be me?

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