something someone said made me think they read this...

i have done a bad job of writing on here every day this month like i stated in the previous post. i don't owe it to anyone. i've been kinda busy. like this past saturday i had to celebrate a birthday at a bar. that was fun. i had four drinks before going there. then i had maybe four there. i think. or six. seven.. point is it was a good time, i spent twenty-six dollars so not expensive. i ate pizza at lau's place after and we chatted for a bit. then i went back to jordan's house (the birthday guy) where a lot of stuff i don't want to explicitly mention occurred. nothing bad or negative. and nothign that involved me directly, even. we did smoke hand-rolled cigarettes inside a bedroom though. and i wished i had k but i've been putting off buying more. did have the poppers from a week ago with me people were enjoying that. i think i went to bed around four. i woke up fine and not hgungover or exhausted

gonna be seeing a lot of kirk content tomorrow. i think i'm mostly bored with it at this point, but maybe there'll be something new and funny this time around

school was fine this week. i'm trying to remember if i wanted to say anything on here about monday or tuesday. i got the cindy lee record from vinal edge monday before going to a friend's labor day potluck. i didn't bring anything for that but i walked in with the record cause i diddn't want to leave it in a hot car. brief akward moment but overall it was a fun time there. got to see my frien'ds apartment. i think a lot of those complexes are pretty cookie cutter cause the layout felt identical to one i cat sat at in a different part of town. maybe same architect or whatever i don't actually care enough to investiagte that. but it did make me wish i was living alone. i know i can't really afford that comfortably right now but it would be so nice... especially seeing how she has hers set up

anyway i told myself the summer of chud was over in september. i've been doing better about not over eating and putting more thought into the nutrition of what i am eating. started running again this week. trying to do three miles a day. did that monday and tuesday but not today, wednesday, cause i fell asleep and woke up after it got dark. i was pretty sore so it's okay to take a rest. back at it tomorrow. i'm slower than i was two years ago for sure, but it'll come back to me

sometimes you have to gamble on how bad an impending tropical storm will be and whether it's fine to grab aa book and go out to get coffee and watch some baseball (that includes a free givewaway plushie) and go watch a looney tunes movie then hit up a bar all back-to-back on a maybe ten hour lonesome september 1st. which i did. and the gamble paid off. i read about half of 'the vegetarian'. i am really enjoying her prose. then i watched an hour or so of baseball, around four innings, before walking over to the theatre. i did put off doing my readings but i will survive i think. it's only week two. i should be okay. i felt okay after spending the afternoon/evening on myself. also we never really got rain, so it wasn't like the last time i remember going to that amc, when i saw the last puss in boots, where i watched it drenched after gettting caught in torrential rains upon stepping off my bus maybe a twelve minute walk from the doors

i should try to write something on here every day or about every day this month

sometimes i think what will make me a good social worker is how difficult it is for me to connect with people sometimes. because that will translate to an inability to connect with clients fully. allowing me to maintain a professional boundary, sure, but it will also keep me from 'taking work home'. that is, i don't think trauma dumping affects me as much as others because there is just a barrier between me and everyone. feels silly to say, and could just be attributed to all the drinking i've done for like nine hours, but it feels true, right now, in this moment

like i just biked home and am concluding a day that began with getting taco bell with someone, resenting my roommate for agreeing to host someone from out of town and doing nothing about making the house presentable (i had to unnapreciatedly clean up a lot) baking cookies and dropping some off to coworkers for a bday of theirs, giving some to a friend for them and to give to someone i saw recently, taking most for a friend's going away party, then more for another bday, then going to a dif bar followed by a club after, where i had to take care of someone i barely knew and her friend seemed v ungrateful even though i did not have to do all that. then me leaving and stopping by a bar halfway home for popcorn and an ill-advised coors banquet where the door person was someone i was trying to make date plans with after matching on an app and texting for a couple weeks. never materialized. she was reading something related to the percy jackson universe but about norse mythology instead of greek. and through all that i kept thinking about how difficult it is to connect with others. boo hoo i guess

all that's to say if after hanging out with all these friends in all these celebrations, if i still go home thinking about how the only time i feel anything is when people are leaving, then i must have a difficulty connecting, and that translates to being able to separate others from myself when it comes to the darker stuff of social work or whatever

i thought it was interesting that [redacted] did not want to talk about what happened to them. like i know, and i probably shouldn't, so i couldn't really say anything, but the way they dodged anything that could open that convo, i knew it wasn't something to pry about. but they weren't like that about a previous incident that was almost as bad, so it's good to see there is a line drawn in the sand where things become too much

i'm gonna pass out now and hope i get a text tomorrow. i mean i probably will, but i didn't get it today, so it already feels late

idk no new poem today but i did play one of my last few shows as a bassist for a while. band is ending in about a month. we played at grand prize tonight. it was fun. my hands got a little sweaty and i messed up a bit, but overall it was a success. cindy said everyone mentioned being able to hear her, and not being able to hear the mistakes. so alls good

grateful for friends

i think i can catch up on my reading goal in like the next month just watch

silence

when they allotted me just forty words a day
I decicided to ration them
I only say 'thank you' at the coffee shop
I say nothing at the grocery store
my eyes do all the talking
and when my family asks me questions
they know they're wasting their allotment
cause i wont answer
cause i need to talk to you
as much as i can
and when you cant speak back
because you've run out of words
it's okay it's alright
i'll speak for the both of us
with my seventeen words left for the day

Surf

All in my socks
All on the subaru floor
Under itchy bandage on my arm
In the etches of my cupped hands
Filled with water
A minnow made of glass
Swims circles
Weathering

watchingworldcup

i wanted to write on here tonight but i am unfortunately very sleepy

teleporting

I’ve teleported through all the major cities in america i drink my boutique cortados and stumble through parks counting sparrows with a blank mind the northeast is great for this with sidewalks and pigeons the south is pretty miserable the west is naturally beautiful and it takes a special mind like mine to see the beauty in the middle i’ve met people in all have shared some memories as much as they can be shared love and happiness and embarrasment but when i opened my phone last night and saw an old coworker return to her home country in tears i realized the one thing i have yet to do is belong

train

In the perfect world
We rode the little red train
Around the park
Around the zoo
I made a photo of you
Smiling
As it turned a bend
As it ran over a man
Trapping him underneath
As it made the evening news
As if a first date
Could ever go any better

sometimes, within the span of like 12 hours, you're hit with mutiple moments that all work together to convince you that there is something inherently unlovable about you. that you're not worth getting to know. that you're not interesting enough to cotinue getting to know. that after knowing you you aren't worth the hastle. I don't necessarily believe these three things. but they do almost inspire some bad poetry

i think i finally get that cameron winter album

i'm supposed to go to two parties this week. i may only do one. or maybe i'll do both but one will be brief. i don't know. i meant to game today but instead i took a like four hour nap after work and then endured a hostile phone call for an hour or so. it mellowed out, ended well enough but then there's the midnight followup up text that makes you feel crazy for thinking things could ever wrap up nicely. i don't know. i booked a place to crash so i can just be alone when i travel again in two weeks. that's more than one week, for any who think there's no difference

i guess i can kinda vent to someone tomorrow about all this maybe. i like keeping everything to myself. that way i'm not accused of shit talking or whatever

i think my old colombian coworker from my coffee days just moved back to colombia. wonder if it was immigration/ice-related or just homesickness. she was crying from happiness in the stories she posted. i want to belong somewhere like that