random 3 am thoughts on life and whatever crosses my mind ..

Well first of all, I stayed in school. I finished the paper. I actually did really well on it, would have got a 90 if it was not late, but I got an 80 instead. The presentation which I whipped together last week on Monday morning for geography suffered a similar fate. I managed an 85 on it, but easily could have scored higher had I provided a works cited page (which I knew I had to) or I had dressed appropriately for the presentation (which I did not know, although I would have known if I read the presentation guidelines). This paper and presentation pretty much is a microcosm of my entire academic life. Had I not procrastinated to the last possible minute (and in the paper's case .. after the last minute), I would have either got As on both or damn close. This level of procrastination is nothing new. I remember my earliest case of procrastinating to be in fifth grade when we needed to make some fucking shoebox diagram thing depicting colonial life. Well the early procrastinator I was, I skipped doing it past the deadline. At this stage in life, teachers would phone home to parents which promptly lead to a stiff verbal lashing from Tena which undoubtedly probably resulted in some tears. She actually still cites this incident in conversations about the stupid shit I have done over my time (which is an expansive list and thank god she doesn't know it all). From there I slacked my way up to high school, where I pounded out Time Magazine projects the night before it was due, massive papers and passage commentaries in study halls the period before the english class it was due. But through it all, I was successful. But obviously, there were always those teachers (and my parents and ex-girlfriends) who said if I ever dedicated myself, I would have been an all A's student .. etc. etc. That is probably true, but let's face it ... school blows. In middle school I was to busy playing pickle, learning about breasts and making my first moves (especially in 8th grade). High school was much the same only aged, getting in as many long, committed relationships I could, hanging out with my buddies at all costs and doing the most stupid, random shit at the middle of the night. College I really blew the doors off procrastination mostly due to the giant X factor that is alcohol. But hell, it has been a fun ride.

So I hinted at my bomb weekend in my last post, and it certainly lived up to it's expectations. Friday was the first day of Spring Weekend and the weather was AMAZING! The guys and I bounced around from house party to house party (me carrying a 12er of Landshark because the weather forced me to do it). I went out without a ticket to the OAR concert that night, but amidst my travels I was able to acquire one. So with the 12 pack finished me and the guys headed the concert. Quite honestly, I was quite drunk and good memory of the concert is minimal. They did play "Crazy Game of Poker" as an encore, which is exactly what I wanted to hear. Afterwards, it was still relatively early considering how drunk I was, so Lord and I headed to the Equinox office to raise hell. Hell we raised, as Chicky and Booth were still in there. From there, we proceeded to convince Chicky to drive Lord and I around Keene to raise hell. We first stopped at the hot dog guy for some sick dogs. Afterwards, we decided we needed some Arnold Palmer's so we headed to Price Chopper. All the meanwhile, anyone on the street was game for me yelling at them. I also felt the need to lay on Chicky's horn whenever I felt necessary. So that night was a win.

The next day, I got up and got ready as fast as I could and headed to Bentley to meet Pooler and Roach for their Bentley's Spring Day, which was to be capped off by a Third Eye Blind concert, so I was naturally super stoked about that. So I got to Bentley around 2 or 2:30 I would say. Roach could not make it to about 4 or 4:30 .. so I caught up with Pooler, drinking a few Keystones and watching the NFL Draft. Once Roach got there, shit hit the fan tho. I proceeded to whip out the bottle of Jager which Roach and I promptly destroyed in the shortest amount of time. From there, we headed outside to hit up sick BBQ they were doing where I demolished a sweet pulled pork sandwich. From there we proceeded to the concert which was siiiick! This is the 2nd time I have seen 3EB, and they are one of the best. I was probably a lil more drunk for this one, so details are even less impressive .. but hey .. it was a blast. We also sent up Pooler twice for crowd surfing, which was sweet. After the show, we headed back to his room to devise a gameplan. This gameplan was the purchasing of a 15 pack of 16 oz Bud Lights. Completely sensible plan in my opinion. We headed to a party and finished all those before leaving. Obviously, we hit up a late night on campus joint with these nice mini pizzas. Roach was not satisfied with just the mini pizza, so he ordered some Chinese when we got back to the room.

After a solid sleep on Pooler's dorm couch ... we woke up and watched the 1st half of the Celts/Bulls game. After which, Roach and I headed back to his apartment in Boston. We both pretty much decided that drinking would be a terrible idea, so we both passed on that. We sweated out the extremely hot temperatures for April in New England and headed to Fenway for the Sox/Yankees game that night. The game was going along rather slowly until the Sox loaded the bases in the 5th. All of a sudden Fenway became alive when Ellsbury started steaming down the third base line in an attempt to steal home, which he successfully did which completely electrified the Fenway crowd. It was an amazing ovation, one in which entitled Ellsbury for a curtain call and giving me sick goose bumps. From there the Sox cruised to a 4-1 win.

All in all, what an amazing weekend! 2 sweet concerts, 1 amazing Red Sox game and a weekend full of some of my best friends. Being with your friends during a weekend like that definitely brings everything together.

With that said, I have quite a few friends on my mind right now. I am not going into details or anything, because I don’t feel comfortable doing so. But during this week and especially today, I have had a few of my friends who are going through some real tough times on my mind. It has been particularly rough today because I really do love my friends. It sounds cliché, but when my friends are suffering or going through a tough time, I feel as though I am too. I am really just hoping and wishing the best for all my friends in their times of need.