Productivity is Relative, but not a Relative of Mine

I can't decide how I feel after my weekend back home. At the Tech game I was convinced I missed school, but after considerable thought I'm not sure that would be completely accurate. I definitely don't miss the work or the early mornings or crowded buses with drivers that enjoy the occasional "break check". The bus drivers LOVE to throw one into the mix when there are 15 or so people stacked up in the aisle to awkwardly smack into each other. That's always fun. In reality I do miss it every other time I think about it, but the times I don't I'm pretty convinced I needed the break. If I'm not in Lubbock at least I can pretend Lubbock problems don't exist...until the weekend when I return. My love for football will always bring me back, but I'll put in a request now for more favorable weather next game (and for the big hunt next weekend!)


Aside from football and tailgating this weekend I partook in what we fondly refer to in my family as FFF (forced family fun). My brother Alex turned 19 so we went to the Smith House in Crosbyton for an all you can eat seafood buffet in which Ben flung shrimp and french fries all over the floor. We managed some "normal" dinner conversation, like creative ways to hide your weed in things. 
*EDITORS NOTE: as far as we know these are hypothetical situations and our ideas are never actually put into action.


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One day I'll put a whole strand of photos up that should have gone in previous posts. That way you can be reminded of the wonderful things I have written HA. Speaking of which, I'm working on an essay for a contest about when you first understood what love was. I want to write about CJ but everything I've started isn't up to par. In my head it flows perfectly but I think faster than I can decode and write. Anything I write about him should win if I can say it right. As of late I'm not necessarily satisfied with the outcomes of my never ending rants. O writing skills, where art thou? Either way my brother is great and I can brag because he'll never know. I would worry about his head getting big if (it weren't already physically so) and if he read. The kid has 6,000 unread emails so I'm probably safe. For those of you lovelies that do read my carefully crafted words...thank you, you make the time I'm killing "productive".