So, I'm out of Maryland, and in Michigan for a little while. The internship was quite an experience. I can't deny that I learned a lot, but I also can't deny that it wasn't quite what I expected. Positive experience, for sure. I know a hell of a lot more about the financial side of landscape design and construction than I used to.
It was really sad to leave Dave and Mary's house. They were tons of fun to hang around with, and couldn't have made me more comfortable and welcome. Dave has been my brother for twenty five years, and I got to know him better in the past two months than the rest of it combined. It makes me wish that we had done more in the first place. Spilled milk! That being said, at least we spent some time together now, and I will do my best not to lose it. Dave is an awesome dude. Mary is an awesome lady. Maggie is an awesome kid. I will miss the three of them a ton. Especially Maggie.
I stopped in Lexington for a couple days so I could take care of our yard, eat some falafel with my friend, Clay, and watch a couple movies. It was all right. Now the yard will grow freely for a few weeks while I hang out in Michigan.
It's awesome to be back here. This is my favorite place, and most of my favorite people are within an hour of me. Crashing with my parents is always great, and relaxing. I went swimming in a pool today for the first time in a long time. I LOVE POOLS. I'll probably be sunburned later. Farmer's tan forever.
My little sister gets home from Canada today, and I'm really stoked on seeing her. Tonight, I will probably go act a fool somewhere. I could definitely use a drink or forty after the past two months.
ALSO I'M HAPPY TO HAVE IZZY BACK.
She's my best goddamn friend.
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Do this.
Our friend Anthony in Lexington is very sick. He found out a little while ago that he is in a pretty bad stage of cancer. He's a great guy, and doesn't deserve it.
A bunch of bands put some songs on a pretty ridiculously great compilation to raise some money for things he has to pay for, and if you're a fan of music, or you fucking hate cancer, you should take a look.
Click here.
A bunch of bands put some songs on a pretty ridiculously great compilation to raise some money for things he has to pay for, and if you're a fan of music, or you fucking hate cancer, you should take a look.
Click here.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Glory Days, Yeah They'll Pass You By.
Still in DC and missing Nicola a pretty gigantic amount, so here's an old story to cheer myself up.
My friend Jimmy and I used to get annihilated and do the dumbest things possible. We set fireworks off in our sleeping housemate's room, crashed college parties to drink free beer pong beer by losing on purpose (most of the time Jimmy would get his penis out), and caused a general ruckus at any available moment.
Jimmy had this old laptop that died and could not be fixed. Naturally, we decided that we should find a way to blow up its battery, under the assumption that it would be some sort of insane display of destructive force. We tried setting it on fire. It wouldn't work. We tried lighter fluid. It wouldn't work. We ran out of available materials.
We decided to go get some gasoline.
We walked to the gas station (obviously, driving was not an option, so at least there's some amount of responsible thinking going on here) with a gas can and filled 'er up. Upon return to our house, we realized that we really only had one shot at this, and we needed to ensure the maximum amount of guaranteed fuckery possible. We found a cooler, and placed the laptop battery inside. We poured a healthy amount of gasoline in. Standing back and staring at the situation we'd prepared, we realized that neither of us was willing to reach a hand into the cooler with a lighter and start the conflagration. Eyebrows are important. So are arms. Doing as any reasonably intelligent couple of early 20's middle class males would, we make a trail of gas from the cooler and stretching about ten feet away, and balled up some paper to light on fire and toss at the gas.
At this point, some scene setting is necessary.
We lived in downtown Kalamazoo, Michigan. Not in the country. We had neighbors whose houses could be touched by stretching an arm out a window. We shared a driveway and parking lot with our very cool and super nice neighbors on the south side of our house. There were eight cars in the parking lot, lining each side. The cooler and path of fuel were placed equidistantly from the two lines of cars. We were really drunk, so give me a break.
We lit the paper and tossed it. Have you ever seen gasoline on fire? It's dramatic. The wet line of gasoline on the asphalt immediately became a ten foot high inferno racing toward the cooler. When it reached its destination, a ball of flame exploded into the air, and the flames from the cooler hovered fifteen feet above the ground.
We were at a loss. How we expected something else to happen is beyond me, because if we'd really thought it through, I think we'd have realized that gasoline does not fuck around with fire. That's how people die in car crashes sometimes.
Jimmy ran inside and filled a bucket with water, which he threw at the chaos. Guess what? Water spreads gasoline. The flames, now much closer to the cars, did not recede, but stayed the course. After panicking for a few minutes, I ran inside and grabbed our fire extinguisher, which I didn't know how the fuck to use. After arguing and slapping each others' hands for a minute, we figured it out and put out the flames. We then ran inside the house and turned all the lights off, convinced that someone had seen a massive amount of flames at 1:30 in the morning and reported it to fire department (you know, like you're supposed to.)
No one came.
No lesson was learned.
Also, we told our landlord someone stole our fire extinguisher so we wouldn't have to explain why it was used.
I don't do this kind of thing anymore.
My friend Jimmy and I used to get annihilated and do the dumbest things possible. We set fireworks off in our sleeping housemate's room, crashed college parties to drink free beer pong beer by losing on purpose (most of the time Jimmy would get his penis out), and caused a general ruckus at any available moment.
Jimmy had this old laptop that died and could not be fixed. Naturally, we decided that we should find a way to blow up its battery, under the assumption that it would be some sort of insane display of destructive force. We tried setting it on fire. It wouldn't work. We tried lighter fluid. It wouldn't work. We ran out of available materials.
We decided to go get some gasoline.
We walked to the gas station (obviously, driving was not an option, so at least there's some amount of responsible thinking going on here) with a gas can and filled 'er up. Upon return to our house, we realized that we really only had one shot at this, and we needed to ensure the maximum amount of guaranteed fuckery possible. We found a cooler, and placed the laptop battery inside. We poured a healthy amount of gasoline in. Standing back and staring at the situation we'd prepared, we realized that neither of us was willing to reach a hand into the cooler with a lighter and start the conflagration. Eyebrows are important. So are arms. Doing as any reasonably intelligent couple of early 20's middle class males would, we make a trail of gas from the cooler and stretching about ten feet away, and balled up some paper to light on fire and toss at the gas.
At this point, some scene setting is necessary.
We lived in downtown Kalamazoo, Michigan. Not in the country. We had neighbors whose houses could be touched by stretching an arm out a window. We shared a driveway and parking lot with our very cool and super nice neighbors on the south side of our house. There were eight cars in the parking lot, lining each side. The cooler and path of fuel were placed equidistantly from the two lines of cars. We were really drunk, so give me a break.
We lit the paper and tossed it. Have you ever seen gasoline on fire? It's dramatic. The wet line of gasoline on the asphalt immediately became a ten foot high inferno racing toward the cooler. When it reached its destination, a ball of flame exploded into the air, and the flames from the cooler hovered fifteen feet above the ground.
We were at a loss. How we expected something else to happen is beyond me, because if we'd really thought it through, I think we'd have realized that gasoline does not fuck around with fire. That's how people die in car crashes sometimes.
Jimmy ran inside and filled a bucket with water, which he threw at the chaos. Guess what? Water spreads gasoline. The flames, now much closer to the cars, did not recede, but stayed the course. After panicking for a few minutes, I ran inside and grabbed our fire extinguisher, which I didn't know how the fuck to use. After arguing and slapping each others' hands for a minute, we figured it out and put out the flames. We then ran inside the house and turned all the lights off, convinced that someone had seen a massive amount of flames at 1:30 in the morning and reported it to fire department (you know, like you're supposed to.)
No one came.
No lesson was learned.
Also, we told our landlord someone stole our fire extinguisher so we wouldn't have to explain why it was used.
I don't do this kind of thing anymore.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I ain't no forgiver forgetter.
Hey, y'all. This is Kellen. I haven't posted anything in a long time, because I have been so busy being super popular and clearing out my voice mail every day.
This is false.
I am lazy.
A few random updates on life:
Picked up the new Defeater record a couple days ago. It's phenomenal. If you like hardcore at all, or if you're into intensely emotional sounding type junk, pick it up. It's called Empty Days and Sleepless Nights. There is no reason for anyone not to like it, unless that person is a fool.
Spring break has officially started for my collegiate ass. I already have my shirt off, obviously. In all seriousness, it's a welcome reprieve from the insane amount of work I've been doing lately.
My homeboy Alex is coming to Lexington tonight with his friend (and dare I say 'my friend?') Matt. That'll be awesome.
Tomorrow my friends Tyler and Jovannah are coming as well. That'll be awesome, too.
Then! Sunday my little brother and his girlfriend Brianna are coming!
Best weekend possible.
Here, look at these pictures I drew a while ago for nerd school.
This is false.
I am lazy.
A few random updates on life:
Picked up the new Defeater record a couple days ago. It's phenomenal. If you like hardcore at all, or if you're into intensely emotional sounding type junk, pick it up. It's called Empty Days and Sleepless Nights. There is no reason for anyone not to like it, unless that person is a fool.
Spring break has officially started for my collegiate ass. I already have my shirt off, obviously. In all seriousness, it's a welcome reprieve from the insane amount of work I've been doing lately.
My homeboy Alex is coming to Lexington tonight with his friend (and dare I say 'my friend?') Matt. That'll be awesome.
Tomorrow my friends Tyler and Jovannah are coming as well. That'll be awesome, too.
Then! Sunday my little brother and his girlfriend Brianna are coming!
Best weekend possible.
Here, look at these pictures I drew a while ago for nerd school.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
T-giving Eve, the most holiest of holidays.
This all happened on our first night back to MI. We got to see some of our most favorite people and had ourselves a champagne jam.
Jacob and Kellen looking evily.
This was the reason for the season
Chucky baby, Shell, and tiniest Tina
Jacob, so fly like a G6
Preparing the Solar Thigh Trimmers
ME! Kellen and Jacob on dance patrol.
GET IT.
Super babes.
So we had a blast. This was only the first night we were there. I THOUGHT I lost my camera, but then I found it. At least I have these gems to remember.
exxxohhh
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