all I want to see is joshua trees

A season to graduate. That's what this seems to be. My friends count down the days one by one and I cant even fit my remaining days in this collegiate prison onto one calendar, maybe three would do it.

And to boot, the journalism program has been cut from MCTC for next year. So sticking it out is starting to seem a lot less appealing. That undeniable urge to run is rising in my chest again, I can only hold it down for so long, and it's already been way to long.

I'm tired of staying up too late and missing the morning sun. It's not normal, all these hours I spend up when the sky is black writing in notebooks and watching images from places I wish I could be. I've always been nocturnal, yes, but I am also a tofu eating, sandal enthusiast hippie and I love sunlight.

It's not always my fault though, tonight American Experience started the story of Geronimo right when turning in early crossed my mind and then after that, American Future : A History (on immigrant issues). Can I be blamed in the face of an insatiable interest in life?

and you said it's so wonderful

my final week of classes is looming in front of me and let me tell you she is one hideous beast. It's times like this rational people panic. But the freaks, the fiends, we ride the wave and holler all the way to hell like major kong, I even got my gunslinger hat out for the occasion... And so when I stop having time to shower I look old west enough that my fine coat of dirt is almost acceptable.

thank god the weekend was so goddamn beautiful. I will feed off it's glorious spirit all week long. Friday it was obvious from the get go the night was riding high on the vibes of marxism, of the groucho variety. After getting the confirmation from Shawn, Katy and me in all our stoned glory went out to attach a large folding table onto the roof of Hazel, only to discover we'd ingeniously tied the doors shut. Laughing and trying to move fast since we were already late we remedied the situation, got Allin and Luke and headed to our next ridiculous adventure. This time it was drinking Premiums in the car in front of Mikey's house, except it wasn't actually his house, which we discovered later after lurking outside it for twenty minutes. Finally we arrived to the gathering in Mikeys garage, hours late, where we found out we didn't need our table and instead joined immediately into the game of beer pong and rocking.

the rest of the night was spent avoiding wiffleballs which were always a threat to hit you in the head seeing as there were two attached to strings right around the beer pong table. Everyone got a kick out of games of sudo tether ball and occasionally just whipping it at someone who wasn't looking. Premium and pot being too main ingredients in hooliganism. Later we pet Bunny while the most insane Wii game I've ever witnessed took place in the basement.

saturday morning came later than I'd planned, unable to right the hell in my head when I tried getting up around 10:oo. But eventually I drank enough water to drown a small animal and got ready for the ska show at Eclipse Records. An ultimate sort of show with Two Tone Runts and Hardcore Crayons playing in a line up of four bands, two friends from opposite sides of my life combined by a twist of fate, or whoever booked them. Two Tone Runts went first and I knew right away I was in trouble in the best sense, they were great and I was feeling it. Kara, Katy and Me danced our selves stupid and still came back to shake and vibrate to dan and dominic and their drummer whose name I've never know, their sound and the dimensions of it truly impressed me, enthralled me even. And their fan group was some very hardened, burly punk type, my type. When I saw their long hair and mohawks I knew I was home. And when two of them ended the show arms locked and swinging each other in a circle I never wanted to leave.

but eventually we had too. so we left wide eyed and buzzing with adrenaline, the second wave had come. We pulled Lee into our group and headed west to Lyle's and their glorious two for ones. I fulfilled my role as Huckleberry goldenly by having not a dime on me and drinking whatever was passed my way. I tell the jokes, a real funny guy, so it's almost like I'm trading goods and not just being the wild card bum type. After Chris and Co had come and left and then Lee too we decided to make our exit. Katy, sun burnt and sleep deprived departed when we got to our cars. After Kara had been dropped off Anne turned towards my house, but only made it half way when I learned Luke was at Maverick's, so we high tailed it back down West River Road to a packed bar where two perfect end seats waited us. There was a man playing his guitar, but generally it was just a noisy, hopping scene, essentially the Cheers of Champlin.

immediately Anne started buying me Summits, I was riding high on a magical third wave by this point. Andy was there, ready to maul me and finally get to the talking like we have always meant to. I heard Gypsy Punk for the first time standing around the truck of a man with gauges in his ear and a insatiable smoking habit. It was fantastic and going on to my list of music to investigate when I someday get money for purchasing music again. Eventually as my beer emptied for the last time Anne took me home where I sat on the old train track cross ties that circle my house and listened to the sounds of a party a few yards over while I tried to make out constellations through the oak trees, resonating with the joy of a golden weekend.