:: Closing Time ::

:: Tuesday, September 10, 2002 ::

I've been a bad, bad blogger.

As I told Alexis tonight, I haven't been blogging because I used to blog to kill time. This is evident by the name of my first blog, which none of you ever saw, called The Lost Hours. It was about how I killed off my free periods.... what total crap. Eventually I had a stroke of inspiration, and in my opinion even personal brilliance. Personal brilliance mind you - only in respect to most of the other useless crap I do. I started a new blog, and I put Closing Time at the top, and then I finished the line. And right there I had a blog, and for me it was something magical. Maybe for some of you all too - I mean, I'm still averaging almost 20 hits a day and I've pretty much let most of you folks down. The only difference now is I don't have the time to write, I don't have the understanding to put what I'm experiencing into words, and I can tell who most of you are.

Yeah. I hope that doesn't bother any of you - but hits from res.wpi.net and medford.tufts.edu are pretty transparent when it comes to personal internet anonymity.

But for the moment I've got the spark back, and there's silence in the halls of Thurston, and I'll try and write. I have to clear my bed soon and go to bed, and I was just going to make a short short update about how I've been a bad blogger, but you all know me and my blogs - they grow.

Ok, so fast talk about the moments so far in college. Anybody who wants can IM me, or call me, or email me for an explaination of any of these. (Thank you Alex, for making me realize such possibilities) cell - too oh too too won three three won oh ate. (no program will recognize that as digits). home (no answering machine yet, maybe at all - seems useless since nobody calls it) too oh too too for too too seyvin seyvin oh.

Anyhow - moments.

KT Stumblz
K-Dawg enters
Marc bitches
Pats whoop ass
Zack's room
John Mayer
Lewis Black
In My Life
Frisbee practice
Frisbee party
Dana - (danadanadana)
Jordan freaks
Dave changes pants
Dave fails.
Dave door.
Greg - music.
My fucking phone
Virginia
Late night phone
FAMOUS DAVE'S
12 Monkeys
Hall bowling
drunk tracy
night of hell
Andrew

Ok. One of those moments, the last one, I'm going to explain right now cause I just had a half hour conversation with Andrew (I walked into the hall because I was freaked out that Thurston was so quiet).

Andrew was in Mrs. Peterson's 2nd grade class.

At Hunnewell.

For those of you still not getting this, Andrew was in my 2nd grade class. I do not remember him, at all, but I do remember the event he describes having participated in the week before he moved away.

We also swam against Andrew this season. He claims he recognizes me, and I think that's where I recognize him from. We discovered this randomly talking about where we were from in the halls. I said I was from Wellesley and he mentioned having gone to Hunnewell. And I asked when and he told me and we just freaked, it was so funny. Andrew's a cool guy.

Now though, it's 2:30. I'm hungry. I'd make easymac, except my microwave is broken (fucking fixit people, get here!) and my neighbors are asleep. if I get any hungrier, I won't be able to sleep well and there's no good food here. So it's definately bed time.
:: Peter 2:25 AM [+] ::
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