It was my finger to push the button that said 7, in the elevator. the numbers changed and the squeaking of the wires and hinges began to hum in a little song. We landed on our Floor
Me, Marney, and Griz
We had just met Marney on the elevator. She held the door open for us, we shared a drawing with her. Marney was from Australia, Griz was from the bay and I, a Los Angeles native. three people from such different worlds, sharing 2 hours of their day to hang out and get to know each other in a warm room with dim lighting. Ive always lived by the motto of dim Lights, even with my lamps. The lighting effect makes every thing look so epic, which leads me to the next part of my story.
Marney had a story to tell about the drama going on, on her floor. So me and Griz grabbed the fan and put the spot light on her and made her tell the whole story in a dramatic way. I grabbed a glass bottle and pretended to film her.
So if you take a step back, you should see three places. Australia, Bay area, and LA all in the same room pretending to be creative and dramatic, with simple house hold items. And really, thats all you need to have fun. An imagination.
Unfortunately there is always some part inside of us that wants progression or change, so whosever bold enough calls out and says, its time to snap back to reality you fuckers! this time, it was me. I said that i had an 8 class. although i didnt want my company to part.
but they left in a very pleasant way
Later on in the night I hung out with the rest of the floor. Jerome was drunk, Emma was Emma, Tim was chillin, Claire was laughing, and i was on another planet, looking down at my happy people. People from very different places, beautiful people who really appreciate life, and the value of being genuine. Last year, i didnt have that. I had a square for a room mate, who didnt know one thing about being different. But 7th floor swig is like a family. Of course you'll have alittle incest on the way, but hey, sometimes you need the awkward moments and mixed messages between people that get all mixed up in communication.
Marney had a story to tell about the drama going on, on her floor. So me and Griz grabbed the fan and put the spot light on her and made her tell the whole story in a dramatic way. I grabbed a glass bottle and pretended to film her.
So if you take a step back, you should see three places. Australia, Bay area, and LA all in the same room pretending to be creative and dramatic, with simple house hold items. And really, thats all you need to have fun. An imagination.
Unfortunately there is always some part inside of us that wants progression or change, so whosever bold enough calls out and says, its time to snap back to reality you fuckers! this time, it was me. I said that i had an 8 class. although i didnt want my company to part.
but they left in a very pleasant way
Later on in the night I hung out with the rest of the floor. Jerome was drunk, Emma was Emma, Tim was chillin, Claire was laughing, and i was on another planet, looking down at my happy people. People from very different places, beautiful people who really appreciate life, and the value of being genuine. Last year, i didnt have that. I had a square for a room mate, who didnt know one thing about being different. But 7th floor swig is like a family. Of course you'll have alittle incest on the way, but hey, sometimes you need the awkward moments and mixed messages between people that get all mixed up in communication.
Work Hard, Struggle, Create, be humble, Have fun in passion, Enjoy life
If you are not doing these things you are depressed, lazy and lost. Many people in college lack a majority of these elements. their just too cool to admit it to themselves. So stay happy, stay tuned and stay cool my friends
-TPQ
