It's probably no secret now that I'm single again. Hanna left me, and Horizon to pursue 'bigger and better' things. I think she got a modeling gig that is worth a fair amount of money. I don't blame her for going, we all contemplate our true calling but I wish we would have worked out. If that wasn't love, then what was it? I don't know--I've always been so wrapped up in my skating and partying with my friends, that I never felt lonely before. Now I'm feeling it though. I don't know what to do, half of me wants to go home--but I was supposed to go home and bring her to meet my family, so the other half of me just wants to hide until it boils over and people stop asking 'what happened?' because, I honestly do not even know.
She said she'll always love me, but then she said this was goodbye.
I've never been good at these things; so I've just kept to myself mostly. Skating. More skating, and then heavy thinking--back to the bottle again, and more skating.
I don't know. Someone's got to be able to take my mind off this.
Anyone want to go skating? Or grab a beer?
- Mood:
calm
I also never thought I'd say this--but I'm beginning to miss the city of brotherly love--and my own brother, Jess. And my stupid cats. Miss them too
- Mood:
bouncy
Consider me updated, Matey.
Rawr.
I love Han
At least the good news is since I have an official sponsor now, I'll be stuck on campus bored out of my mind far less--I get to be skating and making money.
I'm not putting anyone down, if that old settled life is for you, congrats--somebody's got to do it.
I'm just saying, next time you start thinking "Oh no--I couldn't possibly" Just do it. Pick up a paintball gun and shoot someone. Drive over the speed limit with some perfectly manicured bullshit excuse about your family--hell, you've probably got a preggo to ride shotgun that can say their water broke. Why not?
It's my motto.
Why not.
Why not do something daring? Why not invite a little change? Hell, get a tattoo--I've seen the work the kid on campus does and it's bad ass.
Live your life, folks.
I'm out 'till the next episode.
-Riley
Tony Hawk---eat your heart out.
Tomorrow the paper's are to read
'Local boy scores a contract with Toy Factory'
Tonight, I celebrate. Hannaaaaaaaa come find me.
- Mood:
cheerful
I don't know if anyone remembers me talking about my best friend Arbor or not, but this is why you can't come between a friendship like ours. Yes, I am straight jump kicking my best friend in the face. And you know what, he BET me ten bucks I wouldn't do it. Jump kicking someone and getting ten bucks for it is pretty sweet.
So, that's obviously where I was this Spring Break--hanging out with him, and it was also nice to see my family back home. Everyone's in good spirits, and my little neice or nephew is still brewing just fine in their mom's stomach from what I hear, so good news there. My older brother Jesse is just as crazy as usual, drumming up (literally) some new fans for his garage band by playing on the top floor of a Philly parking garage. I guess the man knows what he's doing, because Oil (his band) has been offered a night at a local venue called the 'toy factory' to showcase their talents.
Me? I'm still waiting on edge to get to the skate competition, it's next week--I can feel all of that sweaty palms and mess people always talk about now.
- Mood:
curious
So, I have the least dressed and best haired girlfriend of them all. I think that is rather thrilling--though I'd politely point out at this point that the clothes usually seen in pictures are for modeling purpose, and that she's fairly covered most of the time. And that she's mine sooo don't go getting no ideas. Mine. And she's beautiful. And I'm in love. The best things I've written all day.
I got a pretty alright teacher who used to skate. So, I left him a new deck in his classroom. You know, just in case he gets the urge, it's a thanks for letting my ass survive this year kinda gift. Partly thanks for not putting me on house arrest kinda gift too. haha
I left an apple on Hanna's desk. Because back in the day, that's how you impressed teachers.
There's a note stuck to it that promises dinner and I'll even clean up the mess from it. Because that's how I do it.
Anyway. This is pretty uneventful, isn't it? I'm practicing hard for the competitions, my left arm has healed in full, and it's amazing, great, fantasitc, super terrif, to have the cast gone after a whole month and a half.
- Mood: chipper
I woke up and I was caged like someone's pet bird and battered like the dough someone uses to make pizza out of. For a moment, I honestly couldn't even remember my name. The cleaning guy asked me, "what's your name, kid?"
I stammered through my thoughts, clenching my eyes tight, fighting to remember. If you're in a place like that, and you don't remember something as slight as your name..they tend to ship you off to the nut house. So, I struggled.
"Blair, how's Blair?"
And this dude really had no clue-- "he's space cadet" he told the officer behind my back.
"Kid got worked pretty bad. Tried robbing some young girl down at the beach"
Then it opened a flood gate in my mind.
"no,no,no I'm Riley..that was my friend, my friend Blair..some asshole tried to rob us.,.almost damn near killed us. Why am I here?"
"I am Jack's complete lack of surprise"
"You can't fool us, you fucking street rat"
Nice.
I don't remember moving until I heard Blair arguining with them, the whole messy thing was sorted, and the doors were open. No longer was I a criminal. I was 'sir' and 'Excuse me, son' and 'Take care now, Riley Adams'
"I am Jack's smirking revenge"
And Hanna Beth, my love..I'm sorry if you heard overnight that your boyfriend was some crazy man in jail. I'm crazy, but only within my own respects. I could use a super fabulous dinner with you though to make all the stupid nightmare stuff fade away.
And Mr. Bale thanks for a second chance, I appreciate it
-The Jackass.
- Mood:
creative
And because I have got the biggest craving for having a few drinks under the sun with my baby on an island. I mean, come on---tell me that doesn't sound awesome?
I am in a good fucking mood today.
- Mood: bouncy
I don't really ever have too much on my mind to stress me out, but lately I've been worrying a little bit about the skate competitions coming up this April. The thing is, with my left arm bound in a cast for the first half of March, it's going to be far weaker when I finally break out of it. This leaves me about three to four weeks of training to switch my style back over to my most confident routine. I'll admit, I'm not half bad at what I do, but at the same time I could stand to be better, even with my left arm floating most of my air tricks at full strength. I guess, this is just one of those rocky things you encounter. I wonder to myself if punching that gay hater in the bar really was worth it--and then I decide 'fuck yeah it was.' One thing I can't stand is seeing someone put down for whatever their choice in lifestyle may be.
Anyway, the other thing swimming in the great Riley's stress vein is World History. I was a self proclaimed genius at the stuff in high school, but there's so much more stuff to absorb this time around! I know the basics, but the fine details and little dates are certain to trip me up everytime. No doubt, my courses this year are kind of hard. I'm not even a school geared guy, because sitting still drives me mad, but I don't want to screw it up here.
My parents are pretty excited that i just attend classes, and so far, my grades aren't half bad. I guess it's because of this agreement my mom made with me a few years ago, she'd said to me--skating is fine, but if I'm not the next Tony Hawk--in case maybe it doesn't go the way I want it too, I should have a degree in something to at least back me up. Ma says it'll give me 'confidence'. I don't think she really gets the skating world, because there aren't too many confident scholars on our playing field, but I guess it's no different from any other sport. To get payed playing all day is the goal?
Then there's Hanna, whom when I'm with, this silly stuff melts off my mind and it's all focused on someone else. I like the feeling, normally I'm alone, normally I'm selfish not because I choose to be, but because there's simply no one to look after at the time.
I also got the news today that I'm going to be an uncle, Yeah---my older brother Jess has his girlfriend Kelly pregnant. It's good timing for Jess Jess, he's about 26, and she's a little older with this steady ass legal administrative gig. Jess is still working with his garage band, Oil, but at the same time also holding down a pretty sweet ass job turning wrenches on Philly's local race circuit. Another reason for me to start thinking about others. I asked if they knew what sex the baby would be, and Jess Jess thinks it's a girl, Kelly thinks it's a boy. Too early to tell. I'm excited though...I mean, wow..a little one in our family. I'm just hoping this baby Adams is a bit more calm for it's grandparents sake! Oh, how my momma cried happy tears. I love when she does that, it makes me feel like I'm five again and i just said the right thing to make her tear up and crumble around me in a big hug. After that, oooohhh the shit i could pull. Painting on the walls, wrecking dirt bikes, wrecking vehicles, and myself it continues. Mostly.
Anyway. That's about everything. I could always use a new friend or two, I had to leave allll mine back home. You dig?
- Mood:
crazy
I don't set my sights on a certain person often, mainly just because it takes a lot to really motivate my feelings, sometimes I find myself too busy being a clown, or a skater to stop and have time for a real emotion. I mean, sure..I love my family greatly, but it isn't like I call my older bro up once a week and tell him that, or god forbid I tell my ma what kind of a good life she's made possible for me. I rarely ever talk about dad, and he's just as great. I don't know. Not the overly sentimental type or anything, but one person here made my heart beat speed up so fast I worried someone dosed my cheerio's every morning with uppers or something, that was until I found out it only happened when I got close to Hanna's dance studio, or when she and I were in the cafeteria together. There's this magic about her, you can't take your eyes off her, she moves like a fucking angel when she dances. She's funny, accepting--brilliant. Up until now, there was a certain lonely I could see in her, the kind that we all harbor just a little bit when you don't have someone that understands you, well--she gets me. She even makes me want to be a better person, but never pushes me for it, she likes me for me. I like her for well..the amazing girl that she is.
This is where I make a my minor point. It wasn't until about three weeks ago that we actually decided we were going to try this couple thing. I am very rarely ever concerned about what kind of trouble I'm about to get into, but realizing I was playing with her life as well, I remained hushed about the whole thing even though I was excited, and felt like this might very well be the best thing to happen to me.
Mr. Craig announced not too long ago that it's okay now, the fact that she and I are student and teacher, like some others. He's right though, love--it doesn't know boundaries like we try to put on it. Besides, if you put those boundaries..you ain't never going to know what reaching for the stars is like. That's right. I used the word 'ain't'
Anyway, my rents are of the real cool type. They are fine with Hanna and I--even happy and excited, though my mom keeps teasing me and asking why on Earth a teacher likes me. I don't know either---but I'm a very lucky, lucky guy.
And on a random sidebar note to Miss. Jac....good luck teaching my ass to speak French. I'm also glad that Hanna has a good friend here now, I know it's made her happier.
Umn...okay and Blair, my self proclaimed little sister--congratulations to all that is good in your life now. Jady too. (whom I need to chat with more often)
Okay. I'm taking a deep breath, and I'm finally all done here with the actual personal Riley Adams details. I'm off to practice my skating, and hopefully win the competition money in April. Cross your fingers for me.
As always, I don't shut up--so AIM me if you're bored. rileycadams Original, right?
- Mood: content
Happy Valentine's Day Hanna. Posted late, because that's my style.
- Mood: creative
It was a good fucking day, ain't shit bringing me down.
I also talked to my best friends back home on the phone earlier, just vented it out..sometimes it's the best therapy.
My cooky friend Arbor (they call him that because of all the 'trees' he smokes) He says hi. Even though he doesn't know a single soul here, and probably won't he says hey.
My mom is in this huge debate over whether she should send me another ramen care package or shower supplies and towels--I tell her "Ma, I work..I don't need any of that stuff" and she cries about being proud, and so happy I'm a. In school and b. not kicked out of school. For some reason, she almost expected it she confesses.
I don't tell her about the broken thumb I got from punching a gay hater, or the fact that I can't pass out of this township without the police dragging me right back, mummbeling about offenses and months left. She doesn't worry that way.
Life, that shit can turn on you in an instant and suddenly--it's like all the fucking thunderstorms stop and sunlight crashes through. You realize..it's only school, just like it was only high school, middle school and elementary. Another step towards my real life.
- Mood:
ecstatic
Go ahead and test me--I'm not in any mood to deal with anyone's smart remarks, or snide faces.
I am not having the day to back up my usual patience.
I'm going skateboarding and blowing off some steam.
- Mood: crazy
On Thursday nights I like to go down to the local bar and have a few drinks, I've found this to be a soothing and well welcomed tradition to bring in the Friday and set the tone for the weekend. So, I'm sitting there working on my usual fourth crown and coke, with a cigarette burning between my fingers, just letting things run wild through my head when I notice there's this guy glaring at me. Now ,I'm not going to say that I don't make enemies ever, because I do have a few for sure, but this guy was someone I'd never seen and he's staring at me like I boned his girlfriend in front of him or something.
Being naturally curious, I slam my drink, stab out my smoke and walk over to him "Is there a prob?"
This guy looks me up and down one more time before purring out "Yeah--I saw you hugging a boy in here last week--you one of them queers, ain't you?" he spit a bit into the ash tray which was dangerously close to me. I tilted my head, because the last guy I hugged in this bar (and the only one thus far) was my big bro Jesse. So, instead of telling him that, I decide to punch his fucking lights out. I heard teeth cracking and there was automatically blood pouring out. Sometimes I don't know my own strength, my thumb was throbbing by now too and I already knew I'd broken it. The guy, this once high and mighty fellow eyeing me like he was sure to kill me on my way out, took one pussified swing at me and fell down. I left, because two reasons. 1.) I'm underage drunk at the bar and 2.) I've already got myself in enough legal shit, and I'm supposedly "This close to having a parole officer" I'm not sure what the judges version of 'this close' is, but I'm trying not to test it. I went home and went to sleep, but this morning I went to the hospital because I was pretty fucknig sure I broke my hand in some fashion. I've ended up with a broken thumb. It isn't nearly as bad as what I did to the other guy, so I'm pretty alright with the consequences. I can still board if i switch my drop off to my right hand, and other then that I don't need that function of my hand just this second. It's more the cast that is irritating me to hell. I regret now teasing my big brother Jess and reminding him how much these things itch, I would have to go ahead and say this is karma. Then again, if karma comes with a jar of vicodin everytime I'd have to say it's okay, it definatley softens the blow.
The only bad part is I need a new bar now, and that bums me out. It screws up my whole meditation routine.
So that is the over explained version of why no one saw me in classes today (whatever ones were held that I should have been at anyhow)
Onto the lighter news.This past week I've been working on being more social, I've hung out with Hannah a lot and despite the fact me and dancing = failure she's still a pretty rad chic willing to hang with a hooligan like me. I've also hung out with Blair a bit, she's fun--speaks her mind with ease, and I like that. Then there's Kellan whom I'm going to get skating like a pro so he can join my team at the shop, I definately want it to be classmates before strangers on my team. So far, so good--college life isn't much different from high school except I don't have my precious ma's high pitched "Riley Cole get uppppp!" every morning. And for that I am greatful.
So--in conclusion it's Friday so if anyone wants to get into anything, hit me up at rileycadams because boredom doesn't undo itself.
- Mood:
contemplative
I've been staring at this blank journal page for about fifteen minutes now. Everyone here has so much to share about their life, and I choose to take a slightly quieter route. Mainly because I am neither pregnant nor in love--unless being in love with a skateboard counts, in that case I'm getting married to my job. Haha
I took a short hiatus from classes to go home on an unexpected visit with my dumbass big brother who got himself hospitalized trying to film a video for his garage band. He's totally fine, Jess does stuff like this more then I do, but I just figured if his leg's going to be in a cast my ass is keeping the record of first one to sign them, and first person to remind him how much all that plaster wrapped tight around your leg really itches. Like..really. haha It's funny to watch him try hopelessly to scratch it too.
My grades are doing pretty good, better then mom and dad expected I'm sure, so they'll have no gripes paying for my next term around here, which is good. I've kinda taking a liking to this place, afterall. I do however need to get more social around here, I try to make it a goal to meet someone new each day, but I almost always end up slacking off on it.
Uh..let's see..what else can I talk about here?
Not much I guess, I will mention that the skateshop I'm working for has put out flyers looking for other good skaters to sponser in the local competitions, I'm doing it and i'm also willing to help anyone learn new tricks if they'll join up, just in case anyone else is interested, I figured I'd give my schoolmates first dibs, but it will be a lot of work, but competitions pay and your name gets out there. Hey, what's not to like?
Hope everyone's still well and breathing and all that good shit.
Riley
Midnight in Times Square on New Year's eve sounded like a pack of whooping and hollaring elephants about to trample. Everywhere you looked it seemed as if everyone was just expressing relief and joy to not only be here another year, but to kick the old one in the teeth. It always leaves me feeling pretty damn good about the next day after the mild alcohol poisioning wears off. I had a great time though, and it was great to see my old friends again, but nevertheless I feel like I'm back to the grind all too quickly. My resolution is to spend more time being social as opposed to playing social pranks. Ahahah..I don't think it'll work, but hey, right?
Hope everyone had a sweet holiday.
Riley
in either case, Christmas went over as well as it usually does, me and my brother Jess kept food fights to a minimum and we were both careful not to drop too many bad fucking words on our grandpeople's ears. I got a new paintball gun, a load of different movies, CDs, and hoodies (If you don't believe me, I am now washing seven brand new hoodies--one for each damn day, and I'm not complaining!)
It's back to the grind today though, literally--selling skateboards again and hopefully having a great New Year's Eve out in Times Square--who knows.
- Mood: creative
I will, and always do--but it's still a great pain in the ass.
Anyway, enough about that silly shit--I'm getting settled in here pretty well at least. I met the president of Omega Tau, Adam, who was pretty nice and gave me an interview and eventually let me into the frat, so I actually belong to one of those things now. I haven't met many of the other members but I get along with most people so I assume it'll be cool.
I did some research over the weekend for my own satisfaction--during the shopping season, if you super glue a quarter to the floor of a fancy shop, I mean like--you pay 50 dollars to walk out with the smallest thing--you'll see about twenty head try to pick it up, and you'll see a few people watch the others fucking trying only to find out for themselves it's going nowhere. I guess I have strange past times, but it keeps me busy, right? Especially when there's too much ice to use my skateboard--if you don't believe me ask what skating over black ice does to a person's body. I bet I look worse then Birdman's first spill on a board. I'm used to it, but it just sort of sucks.
- Mood: curious
You know those split decisions you make and you say to yourself, "Gee, I hope I don't fucking regret this come nine in the morning.", well last night I got the pleasure of choosing one of those. It all started when a few of my buddies showed up with rum and coke, first thing I did? Grab the ice and the deck of cards and I think we sat there putting booze back until, shit, must have been like 3 or 4..
I felt fine when I went to bed, I mean of course--because I had a decent buzz going, but my ass was still drunk this morning when I stumbeled into class. It's a very weird feeling, everyone scattering about dillegently and stressing about their future while I'm trying not to laugh at how the professors face blurs in and out looking like a two headed dragon. Luckily, it was a short day and work was the only real task and by then the rum had long left my side--which brings me to my next point, have you ever just wanted to reach out and bitchslap everyone in a ten foot radius of you? Christmas is approaching with what feels like lightening speed, and this means that every item created is in demand (or it seems like, anyway.) I love my job about 300 days a year because working at a skateboard shop just doesn't get old, even if ma is telling me to grow up and get a real job I answer with "That's why I'm in college--I'm going to screw around and have fun while I have the chance" which, I find to be a very realistic point. Or something.
Anyway though, like I was saying..Christmas brings mothers and fathers who are demanding and most have little knowledge of what they're actually trying to find for their child, a demand of 'Tony Muska' which I assume is only a splice of Chad Muska and the man of skateboarding himself, Tony Hawk. A demand for something at an affordable price that will never exist--(If I made the prices that shit would all be free, but I don't so--sorry folks.) However, the real gem of my day was the phone call about lunch time as I'm drooling over my left over lasagna-- I say "Hello, thanks for calling Parkes Skate shop, what can I do for you?" Their answer is certainly close to nails on a chalkboard: "Hello!? Yes? Do you sell skateboards?"
I sigh.
Maybe this is the kind of petty irritation I deserve for making that lousy split decision that has put the sledgehammer inside my skull. Either way though, I think that as I get older my patience runs slimmer.
If anyone's somehow wondering after all this babble, I told the lady we only sold swimming pools.
Moving on. It's Friday--Finally, which means after these Advil kick in I got all sorts of stuff to do, I was thinking of trying to get my paintbull gun back up and working, those of you who already know me are probably already wary about that idea too, but I swear if I've shot you before with it you're probably off the hook. Probably.
If anyone feels like hanging out, just hit me up, Riley C Adams the more the merrier.
- Mood:
cranky
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