Trading Sthhhhhpaces

I finally quit the redundant 'W' titles. Sorry, but I couldn't think of a clever 'W' word to title this with.

I'm switching rooms with Harrison. I think Arturo wants his privacy on the weekends with his girlfriend, since everyone but he and myself leave. So it's Saturday nights, I'm in my bed
He's in his
She's in his
I'm still in my bed
He's in his
She's in his
I "sleepwalk" into theirs and ask if they want to make it interesting
He's in his
She's in his
I'm on the couch in the other room.

That's a typical Saturday night.

So I'm switching rooms with Harrison. I'll probably make my way back into the room and say "So, have you all done anything interesting with animals, objects, boys dressed as girls dressed as boys?"
And then sleepwalk myself back to the couch.

Sadface :(

NEXT

Our team won our first intramural game. It was actually a hella close game the entire way through.
The dynamics of the substitution goes like this:
Starting line-up.
Sub three guys out.
Sub two girls out.

So I subbed in the first time, and I hit a three. Played for two more minutes, and then got subbed out. (We have like, 11+ players on the team, and Tomo no Kai is a friendly organization ((Like Diablo, without the a-holes)) so subbing is a regular necessity)
Second time we got subbed in, there was a lead of about two. I hit a runner for two. Some freethrows, and before we knew it, we were up by NINE.
NINE.
Biggest lead of the game.

Next sub for the guys. They had no ball handlers, and the other team was legit. Like, they seemed to be able to all make high school.
Now we're down one.
We eventually pull it out to win by 4. And the thing is, I actually had some fun, regardless of the 7 out of 40 minutes that I played. I'm in this for the social aspect, somewhat for the competitive, but overall, it's just straight up fun.

NEXT

I need a job

NEXT

Write a poem. For me. I want to read people's writing, but no one ever feels like sharing. Poetry is nice, in one aspect, because I get to see another person's creative side. Another is that they show the beauty that truly resides in them (And I like to believe that beauty is a natural component of an individual)
Also, I like figuring out what the poems mean, because there are parts of the poems that they don't realize they're saying, which unfurls another side of them that they can't even tell me.

So write me one. Send it in an email, if you want. Or FB. Or liek, whatevs.

I'll write a freestyle one. Time me.

12:57am

The space that filled our voices
Was seemingly endless
I doubt these were never our choices
So our love had to regress

To bare essentials
The broken bones
Of weakened wires
Malfunctions of phones
Dial tones
Are what's left of us

I hope that you can trust
The fact that I'm still here
A letter sent in the midst of a gust
Will make you feel as if I'm near

A young endeavour
Our paths are not done
We are two apart
But in heart we are one
We view the same sun
It is whole

I bet you can hear my soul
It talks out so loud
It vanishes from me
In the shape of a cloud

And makes shapes for you
Pictures of present and past
Of life that will last
It ever so higher..


And if you think of me
In the saddest of manners


It will rain
And we will feel the same.

1:03am