And Now a Word From Our Fellow Blogger Epsilonicus
"If I lived in Texas you'd be a godfather by now."
It all started with a text.
It was actually his way of sending out an S.O.S.
Well actually Eps first called me last night. He called to say his phone was working, and for me to call him back. That never happened yesterday. Unfortunately I was pissed off, and not feeling so well. I guess you could say more angry than sick. In fact the anger may be why I didn't feel so well. Now, as opposed to when I was younger, I sleep when angry. I just sleep it off. I put the phone on the charger, turn the ringer off. I put on the headphones, if I'm not tired. I tune something in, tune other things out. I drift off into sleep. I sleep it off. Why? As to avoid doing anything stupid or crazy.
So apparently Bestie #1 (he's #1 cause I met him first) didn't lose the phone, he just lost service in the phone. The dude was out hanging out and he got his phone wet. He had to wait until now for weeks he for it to dry out.
In that time they've made headway on their excavation. They're digging 10 cm length, 10 cm width, and 10 cm in depth, 100 cubic centimeters. Eps's crew is digging new the site of a 19th century home. The archaeologists and anthropologists in training believe they are at a site where a 1870's era house once stood. Eps's assignment is to dig near what he believes was the porch area. He says he's found broken glass and other clues. Another student is digging near a fireplace, and she's found things such as sewing needles. They definitely believe someone would sit near the fireplace and sew. Years of rain, dust, and nature taking its course has buried much of what they will now find.
In that time they've made headway on their excavation. They're digging 10 cm length, 10 cm width, and 10 cm in depth, 100 cubic centimeters. Eps's crew is digging new the site of a 19th century home. The archaeologists and anthropologists in training believe they are at a site where a 1870's era house once stood. Eps's assignment is to dig near what he believes was the porch area. He says he's found broken glass and other clues. Another student is digging near a fireplace, and she's found things such as sewing needles. They definitely believe someone would sit near the fireplace and sew. Years of rain, dust, and nature taking its course has buried much of what they will now find.
Fascinating.
Even though I joke one best friend is poised to dig into people (med student possible surgeon), and another one is poised to dig in dirt (Eps the archaeology major).
I guess I shouldn't make fun cause I'll be digging up stories.
He also talked about being torn between his 2 girls from Eerie, 2 girls in Bmore, 2 girls in field school with him digging in dirt, and the locals.
"In town I see girls: white girls, black girls, they all have bubble butts."
I guess we know what that dude has on the brain.
I can't blame him his ex is straight tripping. He hates my "ideal woman". I claim his ex when she ain't tripping. He often calls her "your friend" when he ain't busy calling her just well, "her". But since they been in Texas, "her" has been tripping. I kind of sort of don't want to claim her.
"I be in Wal-mart like a kid in a candy store"..."How old is you, are you 18? Preferably 23, I need a girl with a job and some benefits who can help take care of me."
For some reason I don't think he was joking.
He says to send all our fellow bloggers, some blogger love. In 2.5 weeks, he says he'll be back in blogger world.
Editors Note: Notice the change in disposition with the two best friends. Note Eps is the clown, KG's the serious one. One keeps me grounded, the other keeps me focused. Balance, folks, balance. LoL.
Labels: best friends, Friendships, girls, growing up, odyessies, Relationships, trips
2 Comments:
Thank God for balance. I've found that my closest friends are the ones who have found a way to compliment what I need, even if I don't know I need it.
Yay for best friends. Mine is kinda far away to. But a trip to D.C. is coming soon.
If we run to Bmore, you're hitting the skreets with us. Cause I don't know where anything is. Lol.
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