"I'm the Center of my own little Universe"

Hello Little Universe:
(If C read this, or if anyone could get in my head, you would know this is truly Hilarious--but since this probably ramble to 100% of those reading, lets move on:)

I am listening to "The PEAK," generous donators of comp American Rejects' tickets. In a word: score. That's April 15th.

Plan Change: Was gonna go to CLOVIS, and no not to see a boy, but to hang with the girls as they saw theirs.  :)
(If my LS15 read this, which she won't cuz she's mad stressing, she's be smiling and saying in her Cute Voice: "Ugh-huh")

But why the change we all ask? Well uh-duh, Prophets coming into town, I can't just leave him un-chaperoned. Hee Hee

So people have been asking, "Who is this guy?"
Um....hello its The Prophet. 
Aside from saying it's Jesus Christ himself, which I won't, he's just the coolest guy ever.
And let me point out: The Prophet is a "guy" --not to be confused with a "boy."
But--The similarities:
Christ can make water into wine,
The Prophet makes wine run like water, and miracullouslly it all disapears too? hmmmm.

Christ preaches the love thy neighbor thing;
Prophet: Well this fine man can make people who haven't seen each other, those who haven't talked to each other, in like "YEARS" come together in a moment all to await his arrival.

He was my "crews" glue.
He is the one I think about everytime I hear "good times" or Blink 182's "23."

(wow, i just remembered I have underlining ability--Sorry, moving on...)

The Prophet is just cool peoples, and he's my bud. Surprisingly though, the only person that knows him outside of my "crew" is well C, who knows everything. hmmm.

Well---almost everything. Some things just don't need to be spoken, or said--ever, or mentioned here, for that matter.

hmmm....Sadly I hate this new, lets just not tell each other "that part of our lives" scenario me and C got going on.  Well, just so all you Ladies know, as of last night he may no longer be on the market--yes the comit-a-phobe.
In the words of my Six, "He's just not that into you."
a book that has now been loaned to me, lets see if I get 5 to read it.

other news. oh I guess the Weekend recap, followed by upcoming me-ness:

Friday:
Drank at the Brick, good times.
Drank like high-schoolers on the side of some random house because we were too lazy to go home but not brave enough to drink and drive...childish maybe, silly definately, but all in all, good times.
After an hour in line and trying with all compasion not to hit the girl in front of me for being a (insert your favorite vulgar expression here) --we get into the Club.
Girls got open tabs running, and somehow I'm the recipient of generosity.
aww, the drinking continues, good times, but now older and wiser, I have learned. yes--there is a stopping point, and at 1 am I hit mine.
Some, unfortunately have not learned this lesson, and from 2-3 am, suffered the reprucussions.
uh-yeah, not so pretty.
Fortunately, I had alternative plans at 3:30 and leaving everyone dutifully, on their sides tucked away in drunken slumbers I proceeded to pursue them.
After careful manuever of questions and cops, I found myself right where I wanted to be,  in bed and Confortable; a feeling that undoubtatedly will pass.

A day later I look back and think the late nights are getting harder to pull off, but affirm to myself with a smile--yeah, all worth it.

Saturday:
After I wake up to the land of the living, oh, lets say 2pm-ish. I make my way to see Co-worker boy one last time and collect my check.
With kind words regarding how I "be coming all up in here" and a free sandwich, I'm feeling uplifted again, which makes perfect seg-way to time with C.
A random occurance now-a-days, with only short mention of what are nights were like, only to be more focussed on the time we plan on making for each other in the future....
Like:
April 8th: Movie 7-9/10pm
(Cuz I'm gonna be with the Prophet later on you see...)
April 15th: American Rejects (Do you know anyone else aside from the 14yr old cuteness that would enjoy them?)
April 12th: The Return of the sock-blowing-off, Seth Horan,

and something else...hmm.

Well all in all that was my calender. Add The Prophets return April 7th-April 9th and I'm smiling.
Oh!!!! That was it! Poetry Slams.
April 9th. 7pm Blue Dragon. ah-yes, lol--I can bet money on it now, he won't go, but I will. (With or without him, thats how it's gotta be... ooh,  maybe I'll take The Prophet with me???hmmm... I know you're reading--so how 'bout it? Poetry prior to Party?)

So Saturday night, yes, Poetry. Thats what I did...to be followed by kegger with Ksig-ness, but yeah, bed just seemed far more intriguing...
Then before I drifted compliments were exchanged, and I slept still thinking it was all worth it.

Awoke this morning, ON TIME,
did my Lambda Thang, worked this afternoon, got a few phone calls from friends, and made a few phone calls to friends, and alas I must now return to the dilegent task of grad life and studies

All in all this weekend was "good times"--
Speaking of which, I leave with the lyrics from a back porch poet, lol--
(Yes, poetry lately, right?--that and yeah it played on the radio--so why fight it, what can you do? Me, I'm going with it...)

I'm so alive
I'm so enlightened
I can barely survive
A night in my mind
I've got a plan
I'm gonna find out just how boring I am
And have a good time

Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule

Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap it's been

Is there a God?
Why is he waiting?
Don't you think of it odd
When he knows my address?
And look at the stars
Don't they remind you of just how feeble we are?
Well it used to, I guess

Cause ever since I tried
Trying not to find
Every little meaning in my life
It's been fine
I've been cool
With my new golden rule

Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
And talk is the same cheap
It's been

I'm a new man
I wear a new cologne and
You wouldn't know me if your eyes were closed
I know what you'll say
'This won't last longer than the rest of the day'
But you're wrong this time
You're wrong

Numb is the new deep
Done with the old me
I'm over the analyzing
Tonight

Stop trying to figure it out
(you try to figure, you try to figure it out)
It will only bring you down
You know, I used to be the back
porch poet with my book of rhymes
Always open knowing all the time I'm problably
Never gonna find the perfect rhyme
For 'heavier things'