The thanks-giving
The older I get, the more I lose tolerance for irresponsibility. When you say you're going to do something or be somewhere for someone else, fucking DO IT.
JESUS H CHRIST, the amount of times in the past few weeks I've heard, "Sorry, [insert really lame excuse], I couldn't take out my phone and spend two seconds messaging you (because that's how easy it is these days for you non-confrontationals) and letting you know why the fuck I decided to be lazy instead of fulfill my obligations."
This is limited to only a few people, mind you, so I suppose I shouldn't be making sweeping generalities. It's impossible for me to be friends with people who are unreliable.
Doug said to me in college once, "You're clutch" and he then transcribed that to mean, "You're reliable, you follow through." He said it optimistically, but at the time I took it as a negative thing. Now, I understand what he means.
Well, for me, it just makes obvious what's important to you. Or who.
I guess this whole rant boils down to:
I'm thankful for the people I love in my life and thankful for those people who love me in return.
I know that's a little Moulin Rouge, but it's important.
I'm thankful that I have the opportunity to meet other serious writers and to be immersed in a community that encourages and rewards good writing. I'm thankful for the plethora of new friends I've made since being here.
I'm thankful for the food I can put in my cabinets and the heat in my house and the hot showers I can take and the inflatable bed I can sleep on.
Mostly, I'm thankful for the awesome parents I have. Parents who have been supportive of my endeavors and lend a hand when I need it. Parents who have always told me that they loved me, no matter what kind of shit I got into.
It's funny how every year we create new memories on this holiday. Usually it's perfectly forgettable, but this year I'm in California. Nothing forgettable about the first T-day away from home.
Last night we rung it in well, with what was to be a Blue Velvet dinner but we ended up talking, eating, and playing Wii sports. I think it would have been hard for everyone to sit through a full-length movie in those conditions.
Steven, Andrea, Laura, Kris, Carrie, and I played Apples to Apples, drank and smoked, and ate awesome food.
I remember at some point saying, I totally wish "rambunctious was my middle name" and was thus dubbed, "Rambunctious Normal". Maybe this will stick. I'm just glad I've got somewhat of a Normal name.
Laura's apartment is amazing. Fucking amazing. That's the kind of place I want to move into.
It's an old building and the wooden door is carved out intricately and painted teal. There are built-in bookshelves and ceiling beams and wooden floors. I like those old, worn places that feel good to be home, despite what's malfunctioning in them.
Seriously, though, sucks she's moving away. However, Andrea will still be around for some time. She's smart as hell and pretty feisty.
On with the Fresno-living.
It's FREEZING here right now. So much for escaping the Indiana cold.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
I ACTUALLY WATCHED THE PARADE THIS YEAR.
JESUS H CHRIST, the amount of times in the past few weeks I've heard, "Sorry, [insert really lame excuse], I couldn't take out my phone and spend two seconds messaging you (because that's how easy it is these days for you non-confrontationals) and letting you know why the fuck I decided to be lazy instead of fulfill my obligations."
This is limited to only a few people, mind you, so I suppose I shouldn't be making sweeping generalities. It's impossible for me to be friends with people who are unreliable.
Doug said to me in college once, "You're clutch" and he then transcribed that to mean, "You're reliable, you follow through." He said it optimistically, but at the time I took it as a negative thing. Now, I understand what he means.
Well, for me, it just makes obvious what's important to you. Or who.
I guess this whole rant boils down to:
I'm thankful for the people I love in my life and thankful for those people who love me in return.
I know that's a little Moulin Rouge, but it's important.
I'm thankful that I have the opportunity to meet other serious writers and to be immersed in a community that encourages and rewards good writing. I'm thankful for the plethora of new friends I've made since being here.
I'm thankful for the food I can put in my cabinets and the heat in my house and the hot showers I can take and the inflatable bed I can sleep on.
Mostly, I'm thankful for the awesome parents I have. Parents who have been supportive of my endeavors and lend a hand when I need it. Parents who have always told me that they loved me, no matter what kind of shit I got into.
It's funny how every year we create new memories on this holiday. Usually it's perfectly forgettable, but this year I'm in California. Nothing forgettable about the first T-day away from home.
Last night we rung it in well, with what was to be a Blue Velvet dinner but we ended up talking, eating, and playing Wii sports. I think it would have been hard for everyone to sit through a full-length movie in those conditions.
Steven, Andrea, Laura, Kris, Carrie, and I played Apples to Apples, drank and smoked, and ate awesome food.
I remember at some point saying, I totally wish "rambunctious was my middle name" and was thus dubbed, "Rambunctious Normal". Maybe this will stick. I'm just glad I've got somewhat of a Normal name.
Laura's apartment is amazing. Fucking amazing. That's the kind of place I want to move into.
It's an old building and the wooden door is carved out intricately and painted teal. There are built-in bookshelves and ceiling beams and wooden floors. I like those old, worn places that feel good to be home, despite what's malfunctioning in them.
Seriously, though, sucks she's moving away. However, Andrea will still be around for some time. She's smart as hell and pretty feisty.
On with the Fresno-living.
It's FREEZING here right now. So much for escaping the Indiana cold.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
I ACTUALLY WATCHED THE PARADE THIS YEAR.