Without Notice, Things Happened.
...and Jarman was there.
This month boasts the birthday of this blog. Also my own birthday. You'd think I'd be able to pair the two together with more accuracy... oh well.
Mandi Woods and I have recently made reunion in the instant message universe, and I couldn't be happier. Oh wait, yes I can! David White has joined the fray as well, and I can't tell you how much i've missed talking to that guy. While I'm at it, i'm going to mention Liz Mack and Omar Quimbaya in the handful of people I've talked to recently that have unintentionally brought light to something about me. But more on that later.
Liz Mack and I spoke online a few times over the summer and she mentioned how boring it was to be out of school. I agreed with her devastating assessment. Being out of school kind of sucks. Shit isn't paid for, you don't have any excuses for anything, and non-stop work is almost totally unrewarding. Even if you're not working, sitting on your ASS is far from what many people consider "gratifying". Then Liz excitedly told me she found a job somewhere in Montana - she had read about this organization somewhere and was really impressed with the work they were doing. After writing "basically my life story" in an email to the organization, the HEAD of the org. replied to her email and informed her that they wanted to include Liz as a part of their team. This guy/girl/idon'tremember had basically created a position for Liz to take within the organization if she wanted it. And she took it! Went out to Montana and has been working with these guys ever since. She recently talked to me from a hotel room in Minneapolis on a business trip for this Org. and was having a lot of fun experiencing new things. In the meantime, I felt insanely jealous that she was inspired to contact this place and want to go all the way across the country to take a job for them. Liz Mack will always be random to me, but she has also always been utterly and profoundly capable of doing anything she wants.
This leads into my name drop of the guy himself, David White. Talking to Liz brought up a lot of discussion of St. Matthew's youth group that we all used to go to, and reminded me of a lot of the people I met in high school... very few of which I feel like I could still be friends with. But I also remembered being really great friends with those few people, so it's not all that bad! But most importantly, I remember spending countless weekends with David White. After chatting with Liz I realized I haven't talked to Dave in what felt like a year... maybe more. And it made me really sad because he used to be my best friend. And THAT got me thinking about having a best friend at all, really... which i've always kind of considered to be silly. But you'll always have one friend who you trust the most and feel the closest to. That person has always been my little brother. We really do have a connection that nobody else comes very close to. So if David White hasn't been around the past few years, who has been? Lots of people, a few girlfriends, and the majority of G-Force, that's who. But besides Lee, my best friend has gotta be Robert. Yeah, wow, Robert and I are really good friends and have a really good relationship and are really good roommates... but then I thought about how he's getting married and kind of taking a bit of me with him... or something? I feel like the reasons i've felt so close to him is because he is recently graduated with no clue what to do just like I am... but now he's got a great part of his life starting with Susan.. and I don't have that. I dunno. Kind of a blow to the ego, but more of a really heartwarming thought. I'm really inspired to write more of what Dave and I talked about, but feel that our conversations need not be shared with anyone but each other. YEEUH
Omar is someone who i've kept in contact with over the years, which is rare. The numerous requests for games of both Star and War craft were enough reason so socialize for me as anything. I really just feel like Omar has always been there for me. In any way I needed him to be. And yes, that means sexually. Yes, I'm kidding. (no i'm not) Omar and I are also a lot alike, but probably differ on as many things as we agree to. We're like Lincoln and Douglas. Or Bert and Ernie but not roommates.
Lastly, but not least, Amanda Woods. She has been bothering me lately in how much I really really miss her a lot. She's a great person that I've never -not- gotten along with, and i've always loved hanging out with her. That's two ways of saying the same thing. THAT'S HOW STRONGLY I FEEL. She's was one of the few San Antonians with Missouri roots, which was a really cool kind of thing we had in common. And we cruised the neighborhood on rollerblades. And bikes. And on foot. She asked me if I still had this blog thing and I told her yes...and then realized that it was the 5th birthday of this thing. So she's to thank for all the words you see before you. An epiphany then hit me as I tried to remember what I was like when I started writing this blog. I can hardly remember what I was like back then... which is why i'm really glad I have this thing. It's kind of like a breakdown of my life that only I can really decipher fully. :D yes! I finally found the right metaphor!
I've been writing in this blog for 5 years. I started writing near the end of my first semester in college. Or, if you prefer, I started writing soon after beginning my adult life. I feel like I was the same person all throughout high school, and that after graduating, a new life was kind of forced upon me due to my parent's moving. With that in mind, this blog has been there to document most of the stuff i've done since that milestone. Since my real life began. That being said, this can be said: This blog is the only thing i've done in my life. The only things i've done for longer have been diving and orchestra (11 and 8 years, respectfully). But those were the kind of things that I've done forever, or that my parents had me do. This blog was something I started doing all of my own accord. I'm proud of it. I'm happy i've written in it. And I could care less what anybody else thinks, but thanks for reading anyway.
Time for cake:
It was 5 long years ago that a 19 year old high school graduate began writing in this blog, and here's to another 5 years of tragic remembrances, latent announcements, late-night dream journaling, bedtime final thoughts, and early morning inspirations. Cheers.
