Like witnessing a double solar eclipse, both long-time friend Greg Miller and long-time cousin, Jaeger are visiting. Greg drove out from New York, via Pittsburg, Las Vegas, and Sacramento. Jaeger came via Philly. We’ve made a couple of coast runs (speaking of which, Miller testifies to the chowder supremacy of Mo’s) and witnessed a couple of Portland Beaver loses to the Albuquerque Isotopes.
By far, the best was the run to Astoria today, take a peak:
It’s been another couple of interesting weeks. For the past couple of days I’ve been hanging around the parent’s house, mowin’ some lawn, doin’ some work for my mom–but generally just trying to relax a bit. This is in spite of my insisting that I was going to start reading and researching for my capstone. I’m not disappointed with my decision.
The other day while my mom and I were out, we came by this store in the middle of nowhere, as we were talking to the owners it turns out they had some puppies. “Some” is a light term, they had ten of them. These were little lab/Australian Sheppard mix pups. These little guys were only three weeks old. If I had a house or a place that I wasn’t renting, I believe I would have tried to stuff as many puppies as I could into my pockets and made a break for it.
In my last post I forgot to mention my first actual casino experience. In true Miller form, Greg calls me up at eleven at night saying, “Hey, Well–want to go to a casino.” Having always planned on being spontaneous, I agree. We tried finding other people to go, but they were all too concerned with having jobs to go to in the morning. Greg and I made the hour and a half drive to Spirit Mountain. We got there at half after midnight. We hit up the ATMs, sat down and played some blackjack…for seven hours. I honestly believe that I much better at poker than blackjack, but watching Greg play (after I bottomed out two or three times) I think I learned a lot. Starting with only sixty dollars, at one point, Greg was up over seven-hundred dollars. I have never seen someone win like he did. Me, on the other hand, I was lucky that I made off losing only forty dollars. The ride home was impossible, I am glad that I was not the one driving, I was constantly falling in and out of sleep. We made it back to Eugene around nine in the morning, in my infinite wisdom, stayed up for the rest of the day, making the total number of hours I was a awake near forty hours. And remember, never hit on a dealer’s 15.
…and thus ends another day at the ballpark with Pratt. Got up mighty early for a day game and headed off for the emerald city. We ended up meeting Miller and his two pals from back east. I think that it was a bad omen when you walk into a stadium with thousands of people you can quickly find Greg at the very top of very highest seats, prancing around with his shirt off having his buds draw a smiley face on his bare torso. This was in addition to the permanent marker scrawling of “I [heart] the M’s.” Miller was given an additional slogan about loving various other things, but he decided that it was too much and adorned his Arizona State University t-shirt (which makes him a traitor). Miller was also the champion of the slow clap–for those of you not in the know, the slow clap is a loud clap that starts off slow and increases in speed until you’re… well… clapping. Greg tried to initiate the slow clap at least 15 times, with the greatest number of participants peaked at 7, at best. Greg will have to live with starting the slow clap at PGE park… his crowning glory, I’m sure. Pratt and I drove back south after the game hitting traffic that would be dreadfully bad traffic by Portland standards, but light traffic by Seattle standards. You couldn’t pay me to deal with that on a daily basis. The Eugene/Springfield traffic was enough to ruin me on commuting.Anyways, tomorrow John Kerry will be in Portland, I wish I could attend the rally to protest. I wouldn’t be there to protest about Kerry or any of the Dems, rather, I would be protesting the flagrant and detrimental use of Jon Bon Jovi–who I loath. Plus, tomorrow, I will (hopefully) getting my new computer which is a gift to myself for being so me. Either way, my current computer is topping 7 years in age and makes a combination of go-cart, shaving metal, and dripping water noises.
It’s time for me and my seriously sun-burned right arm, slightly burned right knee and sun-kissed (not Sunkist) left cheek to go to bed after a health dose of lotion that makes the burning stop. I am definitely anti-sunburn.
A Summation (of a sort):
Good: Jessica, Graduated, New House, New Roommates, No more “Oh Conan” or “Do you want me to eat it.”, Language Arts Middle/Secondary Grad Program, IVs and drugs that put me to sleep, Ems games, The Sun Also Rises, ENG 300 (Literary Criticism), ENG 392 (American Lit.), 3.22
Bad: Jessica in Redmond for the summer, summer classes, Vanity Fair (900 pages), Wuthering Heights (500 pages), Jude the Obscure (500 pages), Middle March (400 Pages) ENG 322 (Victorian Lit.), duck e. coli, dehydration, vertigo, work, ENG 322
I refuse to start this post with “well” because out of the last 5 posts, 3 of them have started “well…”, repetition really really bothers me, especially when I am guilty of it. So here I am at the threshold of my senior year of college, the time between the day I moved into the dorms (and coincidentally threw-up in my UO mug) and right now seems to have been of a minimal nature because it seems like that just last night i went to bed wondering what college will be like and now here I am wondering how i am going to survive after college. So many RA rounds, so many $300 school book purchases, so many 3 o’clock naps after a hard day of skipping classes. Sometimes I find myself wondering if i actually gained anything besides a $50,000 educational tab, but I’m sure there is a big wealth of knowledge that I have I just haven’t put to much use… though i am a philosophy major so i may never put it to use. Once again I have the ominous feeling of a (not to use a clichi) new ‘chapter’ of my life is about to start and i can see that what is about to start has a whole new set of responsibilities coupled with it. Here comes that urge to fight of adulthood. “Get back! back you wretched beast, back into your high-interest mortgaged cave!” But no sense in worrying about the future when I have 2nd year German to worry about.
So I went to the East Coast, i finally made it to New York City and I have to say that I like it much more than I assumed I would. I had always figured that the massive amount of people herded into the streets and subways would wreak havoc on my spidey-senses. But I really enjoyed the sense of reality that comes with NYC, i don’t feel so tall nor so significant, the buildings alone dwarf every part of my ego… it was very interesting. I met up with my friend Greg and we walked for a good 7 to 8 hours and rode the subways, even saw Bruce Springsteen perform for the MTV Music awards. Of course I took only 10 pictures in NYC because I don’t want to seem like a tourist, maybe i did that too well because people were trying to buy tickets off of me outside of Madison Square Garden. While on the East Coast i also saw family that I have not seen in a long while, it is definitely an interesting feeling coming back into a portion of your family that you have not witnessed for half of your life. I was a ball of anticipation, hesitation, and confusion… but everything ended as well as most would expect.
This post officially marks the end of my summer, which I am not reluctant to let it pass. This summer was the summer boredom, i have never been so mentally unchallenged my whole life. The only thing accomplished this summer was survival and that was barely done. i rarely saw anyone, even my own family, however i did get to spend a day with my dad which was fun, i got play racquetball against him (translation: he got his butt kicked at racquetball) we got to have pizza and just generally hang out, which was really nice because it is not something we have done in ages. It was a lot easier when he was the only adult in our relationship but now i have responsibilities myself which make for gaps. And this summer was definitely a season of gaps. But Jessica is back in Eugene, which i have been long anticipating, being apart for three months was not fun in any aspect. When I did get to see her it was in the briefest of terms, a day here two days there… and i kid you not, 5 mins. at some points. It is insanely frustrating to see someone you care so much about for so short of a period, it would tear me at the seams. Though she did come to Woodburn to stay with my family and myself for a couple of days. I took her to the State Fair in Salem where we walked through the “beef barn” where Jessica rattled off insults at the quality of the cattle present, especially the miniature polled herefords. Collectively Jessica and i won 9 stuffed animals (Jessica: 2, me: 7) nothing brought me more joy than to be able to give my girlfriend many stuffed animals which I pried from the hands of little kids who weren’t good enough to beat me at “Whack the Weasel,” I am a weasel whacking pro.” However that sparse visits are over for now and jessica is now no more than a short jog away from me… a job i am always willing to make. School starts in 143.5 hours, wish me luck.