first rain.

it all looks like a blur from this window seat.
sims is in my ears telling me it's all

"just for you, just for you."

just for me.
it makes me smile.
but i'm not sure if it should.

i will spend hours in this tiny, dark room
just listening to the rain against the tin roof, tin walls.
i feel like it's coming down
just for you, just for you.

and it's effect on me is indescribable. . .
except that it's nice.

he may be a saint, but he ain't saintly.

saint patrick's day weekend.
wow.
in a way i wished it would never end.
each day topped the next as the "best day ever." it really was.

the best day ever.

i came home to ely to find out that some crazy meth heads went ballistic on the town while we were gone, shooting out store windows, cars, whatever inanimate objects they could find to put a bullet in. i could have been scared for my life, but instead i was watching my brother's drunk friend strip off his pimp costume on the big screen at the game. i can't believe he is a teacher. . .the most influental job in the world and he walks around with a sock roll stuffed in his pants. jfh. way to go. i really hope you scare those australians.

some day i guess i will bounce back from the craziness that ensued. but it wasn't yesterday, and i certainly don't feel like it today. i'm just going to ride this wave for a while.

ps. i'm drunk

the weekend is over.
over.
i have accomplished nothing at all,
i promise.
there were alot of drunken facts to be remembered,
and i am not convinced i did an awful job at it.

after a parade, a cat fight, several awkward gropings thwarted,
i am ready to go home,
go home.
go home to ely.

and i don't know when i'll be back again.

nerf footballs and frisbee.

it should be that time of year.
the ground is wet and the air is warm.

but the sky is heavy and low
and the snow is piled high
under a sheet of ice
that came down as morning rain.

i'm thinking about last spring.
just sitting around in the grass
on big fleece blankets
with your head in my lap
or her head in mine
or my head in yours.
it didn't really matter,
they all traded each other anyway.

the frisbee games never lasted long for me
"fear of perspiration," i guess.
no. but that makes me laugh.
midnight football on the quad
"you had fun, you won!"

the season i thought would never end.
it was all it could be,
and it's all that there was.

fuck college.
i loved that shit.