All sorts of crazy, noteworthy shit has gone on in my life in the past few days. This is an attempt to piece some of them together in a somewhat coherent form. I hate to do the "On this day I did this thing" format, as I sometimes do, but I really don't know what to say. Here goes.
Friday was a low key gathering at the Sparta House. I'm pretty sure I still got my freak on, but who knows. The days of the two hundred plus people there are probably only memories at this point; there have been far fewer people there, I've heard, since the guest list was added. Yeah, a guest list was added to my place of regular partying. Apparently some sketchy girl, who claimed to be twenty one, was actually a student at Roosevelt High School here in Portland, Oregon, and was passing the word on to all of her sketchy friends, regarding the house. A group of certainly underage high school boys and girls is not a healthy addition to the house, and was therefore dealt with. There were enough girls there that I was enjoying myself and enough friends that I could walk back to them and laugh about the enjoyment. Specifically, next year's editor of the conservative paper on campus (which I'll be writing for) was there. Shah, who will be editing The Portland Spectator, was interesting to see at a party. It seemed almost out of his element; he wears slacks and a button down—and sometimes a tie—to school. I wear slacks and a button down fairly regularly, but I have never seen this kid in jeans. Conservatives party hard, though. They don't have to worry about being all politically-correct and shit. It was great to see him in a setting other than standing outside of the student government office.
Oh, yeah. I'm writing for the conservative paper on campus next year, and possibly at the end of this year. I'm on the staff list now, I've heard. I haven't radically shifted my political views. The Portland Spectator just happens to be the paper on campus with the best writing, and I think I'll be able to write some solid opinion pieces from a conservative point point of view, or, at least, from a critical point of view. I'm not sure what kind of school credit I get for this, but surely it is something rad. Besides, it's a fun credential and experience, and I like my writing to be read.
At the party, besides Shah, was Bruce, and, briefly, Ben. Everyone, it seems, is back in town now. When it comes down to the end of the school year I apparently have the shitty part of the deal. It's neat to be in Portland with all of these people returning, though. I don't start college back up until practically October, but I'm stuck in for another three weeks or so right now. Oh well.
On Saturday, ignoring a bit of a hangover, all energy was devoted to getting South to Eugene, home of the University of Oregon, and many of my friends.
Upon arriving, nothing that exciting happened. It was neat seeing these people, and fun hanging out, but I'd seen them all as recently as Spring Break, with a few exceptions. I bumped into Linda, too, if calling someone a dozen times over the course of the weekend and arranging to meet up with them counts and bumping into someone. What can I say, though? She's a cutie. I didn't party at all at UO, though, which is crazy. Bruce and I expected that a Saturday night at the big state school (PSU is the biggest, but UO has more students on campus, I think) would be absolutely off the hook. However, Spencer, the guy that posts a lot in defense of Coldplay and his fraternity, Sigma Alpha Epsilon, knew nothing that was going on, and Linda was at a low key party. I could've been brought in, I think, but it's not right to bring six guys to a party. So we played some Frisbee and saw Reloaded again. It's not like the guys I was visiting, Slade and Ethan, are the big partyers. They don't typically hear of things outside of their dorms, I think, and there was nothing going on in their dorms. Oh well.
The weekend was enjoyable for more reasons. Ben introduced me formally to slacklining, which is essentially walking on a rope that is tied to two trees, sometimes at a great height. Last night the line was fifteen or so feet high, but it feels much higher when you're on it. I mean, it's crazy. I couldn't balance on the line at that point, either, which made it more interesting. I got better today, but I still need much work. There will be pictures posted in a while, by the way.
Hmm. That's about it, actually.