This weekend was pretty great. I jammed with Emily after classes on Friday and went straight from there to Caitlin's going away party, just a couple hours early. I got to drive Abby's car, which is a stick, and I only stalled twice! It was one of the prouder moments of my life. We used cream soda for beer and fiji water for vodka. Everything in the apartment was labeled with Russian words, which I thought was awesome. Even Good Translate gave a different definition here and there. We watched Easy A and then I biked home in the sleet and went to a BOM read-a-thon. At 2 in the morning. I got home around 7 a.m. and slept until 3:30.
I had been planning on playing soccer at 12, but that wasn't gonna happen. I had too little sleep and too much to eat for that to happen before several more hours of composing myself. So when I woke up I got an invitation text to play more soccer at 4:30, which I would've been ok with. Plans only follow through every now and then with these guys though, so I made other plans to eat lunch/dinner at the Cannon with Tyler. I went there, planning on leaving after a while to go play soccer whenever my friend texted me. Meanwhile Mckenzie and Michelle joined me and Tyler at the Cannon. I got a text that said it was too cold to play outside and the IPF was closed, so we rescheduled for sometime this week. I stayed at the Cannon for 3 hours. It was awesome.
I went with Tyler and then to a little get together at one of Mckenzie's friend's house, and I met a bunch of really cool people and had a blast playing ping pong, catch phrase, and signs. Turns out one of the kids there is Brother Dowd's son! Anyway I was there until 12:30 or so. I came home and did some homework I think.
Woke up on Sunday, went to church, came back and started on a stack of homework I think I started the night before. Worked until ward prayer at 9, came back from that and worked until 1 or so. Then I learned that Luke Lasalle died.
That kid was a boxer if I ever knew one. That doesn't really make sense, because Luke wasn't really the athletic type. He was really smart, did journalism for CWU. It took me like 15 seconds to like him. He had this natural charm, was super nice and easy to talk to. He was funny and had great taste in music. I could talk with him forever about music, or whatever really. I saw Justin post something about "RIP Luke" on Twitter, but I thought it was just some celebrity or something. Then Caitlin asked me who Luke was as I was going to bed Sunday night and I couldn't find anything on Google. Then I started thinking about friends I had named Luke. Luke Lasalle was the only one I knew who actually went by 'Luke,' but there was no way it could be him. How could he have died? I went to his Facebook, and sure enough there was about a thousand and five posts wishing him well in the afterlife. It went from everyone wishing him a happy birthday to wishing that he rest in peace. He died the night of his birthday, or the day after, I'm still not sure. I couldn't believe it. It's still hard to imagine. In fact, when I woke up this morning I had totally forgotten about it. It hadn't settled at all. Then I was sitting here in the library when this kid walked by that I swear was him. Turns out it wasn't. Because he really, actually, in real life died. Travis said it was heroine, which is really sad because he was by himself when he died. He was doing heroine by himself...? This is Jordan Manthei all over again, except I was actually recently friends with Luke...he left a legacy behind. I know he won't be forgotten, and I hope when I go home I have a good long chat with his closer friends about him. I wish I had known him better. I'll miss him. I pray that he rests in peace now and that God is with him.
Ramblin' Man' is a little shook up.
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