there is a light

i walked to the show at the 14th house an hour later than everyone else. i trudged through the blackened slush that blanketed the wet cement. if i stood in one place, i'd sink into the biting cold that i could feel in my bones. there was a frenzied calm shadow over high st; a dark coat of dull purple. the fuzzy sky discouraged the stars from burning holes in the clouds. luckily, the businesses left their lights on and the gleam of their familiar stamps lit the way. although i saw a handful of students, the closest i came to talking to one of them was a casual brush against my arm, in between opening and closing doors. each yard littered with beer cans for the bums to pick up. these are okay party thoughts. as i was getting closer to the house, i could hear the driving of the bass, then the screeching of a guitar; a resemblance of a song was suddenly more clear. the rattling buzz that was pumping out of the basement could melt away the snow around the house. before i could make out the song though, i stopped, looked up to the streetlight and saw a hundred falling snowflakes in the circular illumination that the bulb could allow. the sky around it; black.

for the love of the game

i rode in the car today with a couple of my closest friends to cleveland for a weekend full of football. the day before saw the biggest snowfall of the winter. my work was canceled, my car was covered. we listened to a medley of sad songs that i choose using the glaring, orange ipod. the sun was shining on the interstate that split the stacks of snow like a child dividing his or her valentines. we always want people to miss us when we're not around. i was thinking about the football game we were going to play the next day before the super bowl. i felt nervous. i was thinking about how many trees we were passing; watching over the winter road like aged members of the green beret. i was thinking about how i still felt lonely, even living with ten of my good friends, but how ultimately i was fine.we were all comfortable in that old station wagaon; the amenity of the engine clunking around with our toes tapping along. i could speak without judgement and believe without lying. i could have love without lust. but when the engine shut off and the music stopped i realzed that i would be the only one in the car that would still be living at the monster house the next year. everyone else was moving out. things would be differnet. and i wondered how many valentines i'd be getting this year, and how many of them i'd keep.

orange crushin'

i wrote a letter last night that i'm pretty excited to send out. i'm actually being a pretty reliable pen pal these days. i've got a couple more to write, but i think i'll work on them this weekend. the walk to the post office/mail box is probably the only time i'm ever outside of my house and alone. i feel like i look at columbus through the eyes of a student when i do that, instead of a punk. i tend to forget that most of the people around me aren't much like me. some of them are really into video games and beer.

it snowed this morning for the first time in a few weeks. i'm hoping for a snow day. i work at an after school program; basically i watch kids. it would be nice to have a long weekend. i have to go in early today though because i'm going to cover austin's shift while he gets his car fixed. it's not going to be too hard though, i just have to moniter a chinese class. i'll probably just read my collected stories of carson mccullers book.

i'm drinking orange crush now; a pop that i haven't had in a while, but is very easy to drink a lot of and i'm wearing a sock that has a hole right where my index toe is poking out, this bothers me very much.