Respite.

Has it been so long?

-It has, in the age of text, gaming, girls, and law school debauchery been exactly that. I’ve been so exhausted of late, so…lacking in the zeal which used to be oh-so common. Mostly, i’ve been living in trite escapism, not out of personal request, but rather, necessity.

Its just been so "trying" lately..life in general, the speed of things, society, and the world and its incessant bickering. I’m becoming so homesick its ridiculous…so tired of this hated law-school environment, the evil people, places and constructs which constitute one of the greatest acts of violence ever committed on man.

But i digress from such things.

Instead, i want to write a bit about the little stints of oohlala daydreams i’ve been having; of fanciful plots and conniveries post-law school, and the beginning of life, as i continue to know it. But before that, every good fancy needs foundation, so i begin with this:

Tonight, my old buddy Clay called, for those who don’t know, was my upstairs neighbor during my junior and senior years of college. (aka the Britte years) It was a good talk, one full of memories…memories long buried away, and so i’m going to lay them to text here.

First…how we met. We met b/c one day, we starting getting a leak in our apartment, and so i "went up stairs to check it out" and thus knocked on Clays door. His look of "who is this scary guy at my door" will never be forgotten, nor will his discomfort when i asked come into his apartment and "check out where the leak was coming from." From there, we chatted, hung out, and i started inviting him to my weekly "friday night parties" at my apartment.

From there, the good stories began to roll in. We laughed about the number of places both of us had "passed out…including clay passing out slumped against a fake-well (the apartment decided to put in) in the courtyard of our apartment complex. It went on to include the time he snuck into my apartment through a window, so he could close all my windows, because i was at school, and it was thunderstorming. Good friends, good times.

There, he mumbled something about "who was that girl from college you were dating" and i went on to remind him, and we both laughed. I told him the story of how Britte and i first met…of how she hit on me in such a fantastic fashion i couldnt resist, and how i should have seen the violative nature of such a woman…of course, i fully admit those are the girls im inevitably drawn too. And here comes the courting story:

So B and I were in gym class together, and decided to be partners…since we wanted to win, and we both were awesome at tennis. (clueless as i always am) i didn’t pay it much mind. I was also working at the PSU library at the time. She would sneak in there from time to time and "ask me for directions" and later request "that i just take her there…since it was my hometown and not hers.." Which i of course did. But all that was just good ol’ fun…until she made her move. By this, it was yet another day of gym class, and class was about to end….She muttered something "E, come over here and help me out please" and i skirted over to the equipment room. And there she grabbed me, pressed her lips to mine….and every ounce of my considerable willpower melted away. And thus began two years of roller-coaster rides, love, hate, and sexual escapades beyond compare.

(To commemorate our one year anniversary, she pulled me into the ol’ PSU tennis courts, and seduced me right there, over the "net"….and it was unf–kingbelievable. Love.

But the one my boys always giggled about, the one that really was an example of her unbridled lust, came at one of my "friday night parties" when…after having more than her fair share of vodka/orange sherbet, she walked up behind me, (while i was "speaking to the group" and telling a story to EVERYONE) and slipped her hand into the front of my pants. I was so caught off guard, and my boys’ eyes all Inflated to a ridiculous size, but i tried to remain cool and finish the story. Ah, girls. (she then whimpered for me to "leave them and go into the bedroom with her "for a few"….ah yes, good times.

Another time, around 3am on a nice summer night, it was time to let the dog out for "leak"….so i took her out, only cladin my boxers, and lo! right as i step out onto the steps, i notice a congregation of like 6-8 people (clay included) from the upstairs having a "smoke break." Did i, like most would think, run off and get clothes? Hell no, i chatted them up for a good 10-15, and after a minute or 2, the awkwardness seemed to fade. Or it did at least, to me. haha.

——-There was a number more, but those shall do for now, and instead i’m going to turn to the meat of this entry:

I’ve been thinking alot about what i should do….where the next year should take me. I even considered doing something akin to "taking a year off" or "traveling about" like many people choose, or at least, theortically, chose to do. And i’m still undecided.

What i do know though, is that my time in Alaska changed me. It opened me up to real peace, quiet and calm…and how much unnecessary stress is surrounding every moment of life. It reminded me even more how much i miss home, the life of the outdoors, be it staring at the stars, going fishing with one of my uncles, or the like. I just want to move to a little cabin/shack in the woods, and sit around in peace. If alaska taught me anything, i dont get bored easily, and i can be more than happy without my beloved worldofwarcraft, whether others believe it or not.

Oh, and i have completely disowned my friends. f–k them all, their ungrateful, selfish, and fake personas are not wanted, needed or appreciated. Yet another "cut" made, and yet another seed of happiness planted in my heart.

Grow. Grow. Grow.

And my boys from PA still refuse to play warcraft, instead waiting for "someotherBSgame that hasnt been released yet." This irks me as well….even if the game IS better, why not play with your friends instead of random people on the internet? And speaking of that:

E (in WOW): None of my friends play World of warcraft

Guildmate: (jokingly) Then they aren’t really friends, are they?"

-But in a very important way, its very, very true.

And that, like most everything these days, makes me sad. People, it seems, have done a good job letting me down lately.

Sigh.

Oodles o’ love,

Erotique