The Pelican’s Perch

On days like today, all you can really do is put up a picture of a sad puppy and quote Daniel Powter’s “Bad Day”.  Man, it’s not even 2pm and my day has been terrible.  It started off with me being hung over from Tyler’s birthday celebration and waking up from a bad dream at like 7am and not really being able to get back to sleep.  Then I groggily wake up, get ready, and head out to Scramblers for one last breakfast with quite possibly one of my favorite girls ever Jayme Layne.  After some good food, laughter, and reminiscing, the inevitable arrived and we were hugging Jayme goodbye knowing we wouldn’t see her for a very long time.  She’s moving to New York until February, then finishing her last two years of school in Scotland.  Scotland!  For two years!  So yeah, that was a sad goodbye to say the least.

Then, I come home and read an email from the head honcho over at campus rec telling us that we forfeited the whole season because of me.  Long story short, our school’s intramurals for some reason think alumni playing is the worst thing ever, making it an offense equally punishable as say, if I purposely injured another player.  So, I got caught (by my good friend none the less, which is complete BS he stabbed me in the back like that without just confronting me and being cool by saying, hey, just stop playing and I won’t say anything) and was surrounded by about four referees and some campus rec officials while I was laughing and telling them this is why the fun league is no longer fun anymore, because you treat it like the pro league and can’t get over the power trip it gives you.  So I got that email saying we’re the worst people in the world, how dare us, and have to pay my friend Heather, who was the captain, $35 since no one had paid her back yet and the school refuses to just refund her the money since it wasn’t her fault I played.

And (drumroll!), I get a call from Charlie after all that was said and done and I’m already pissed off, that the business license people called him telling him that we were good to go with our license as long as we don’t record in our house.  Um…that might be hard.  Since we have zero money to pay rent anywhere in order to have a location outside the home, we had to apply for a home business, which apparantly they’re way more strict about than I’d first thought.  I’m talking to the inspector later today and will tell her of our soundproofing jobs and whatnot, so hopefully she’ll approve it, but seriously, if they don’t approve our business license because of possible noise issues with us recording, I have no idea what we’re going to do.  The last thing I wanted was to fly under the radar, but this is going to make that near impossible.  I guess we’ll have to just wait and see.

So, it’s still not even 2pm yet and I’ve gone through more emotions in this brief day than I have this whole month.  I’m probably going to go for a run to clear my mind.  But one thing’s for sure among all this mess, Jayme will be missed.  I loved that girl to death.  Sweetest person ever, sang her heart out at the drop of a hat, and had a smile that could make any guy’s heart jump.  Hopefully we get out to New York before February (New Year’s there would be amazing).  Here’s wishing New York is great and Scotland is even better for her.

A few songs that remind me of Jayme everytime:

The Dears – 22: The Death of All Romance

Sigur Ros – Dauðalagið

Coldplay – Everything’s Not Lost

Faultline ft. Chris Martin – Your Love Means Everything Pt. 2