The One in Which Jez Wants a Vacation
I was so tempted to just not post and call it a Nerdwriter Vacation Week because Gaby didn't post yesterday. Still kind of tempted, but here I am.
I had a whole big post planned that tied in with Banned Books Week, but I've had a pretty crappy night and I'm cranky and I have a hellton of Linguistics homework ahead of me and already it's getting late. So none of that!
It's weird how you think you'll be friends with someone forever and then at some point you realize you're not anymore. It's not because anything bad happened or you had a fight or anything, you just got busy and they got busy and plans got cancelled and next thing you know it's two years later and you've scarcely even said hi. That's how I am with my "Forever Friend" Alex. I call him my Forever Friend because he was my first friend when I moved here at the tender age of four and he was my friend all through elementary, grade, and middle school. High school less so because he got really sick and missed a lot of sophomore year and after that we just had very different classes and friends, but even still, we remained friends and next-door neighbors. I barely know anything about his life now, but I always consider him my friend and I think I always will.
Today my mom was talking with his mom and through the grape vine I was told that he wants to hang out with me again and that he finally got a facebook and I should friend him. Why did he finally get a facebook after all these years? The army wants him to. The army. He's going into the army and shipping out in a few months; he doesn't even know where yet. You guys, this is the boy I once cried over in grade school because he had pneumonia and being the well-educated girl I was, I knew lots of people died from pneumonia. Of course I didn't realize that my facts were some seventy years out-dated, but still. I worried for him. My cousin is in Iraq right now and I just know that that's where he's supposed to be, that's what he was always meant for, in my mind. But with my Forever Friend, it's different. We're of the same cloth, grew up in the same neighborhood, and he's been my friend forever. And even though I haven't talked to him in a long time now, hardly more than the general what's-ups, having him on the other side of the world fighting in a war is vastly different than having him next-door where I can ring the doorbell at any time.
Comment Questions!
1. Do you have a forever friend?
2. Do you know anyone fighting in the war(s)?
3. How does your family feel about your plans for the future, whatever they may be? (My family wants me to be an -Er like all of them: farmer, teacher, plumber, etc. and I want to be an -or: author.]
4. Do you know what Echthroi are?
I had a whole big post planned that tied in with Banned Books Week, but I've had a pretty crappy night and I'm cranky and I have a hellton of Linguistics homework ahead of me and already it's getting late. So none of that!
It's weird how you think you'll be friends with someone forever and then at some point you realize you're not anymore. It's not because anything bad happened or you had a fight or anything, you just got busy and they got busy and plans got cancelled and next thing you know it's two years later and you've scarcely even said hi. That's how I am with my "Forever Friend" Alex. I call him my Forever Friend because he was my first friend when I moved here at the tender age of four and he was my friend all through elementary, grade, and middle school. High school less so because he got really sick and missed a lot of sophomore year and after that we just had very different classes and friends, but even still, we remained friends and next-door neighbors. I barely know anything about his life now, but I always consider him my friend and I think I always will.
Today my mom was talking with his mom and through the grape vine I was told that he wants to hang out with me again and that he finally got a facebook and I should friend him. Why did he finally get a facebook after all these years? The army wants him to. The army. He's going into the army and shipping out in a few months; he doesn't even know where yet. You guys, this is the boy I once cried over in grade school because he had pneumonia and being the well-educated girl I was, I knew lots of people died from pneumonia. Of course I didn't realize that my facts were some seventy years out-dated, but still. I worried for him. My cousin is in Iraq right now and I just know that that's where he's supposed to be, that's what he was always meant for, in my mind. But with my Forever Friend, it's different. We're of the same cloth, grew up in the same neighborhood, and he's been my friend forever. And even though I haven't talked to him in a long time now, hardly more than the general what's-ups, having him on the other side of the world fighting in a war is vastly different than having him next-door where I can ring the doorbell at any time.
Comment Questions!
1. Do you have a forever friend?
2. Do you know anyone fighting in the war(s)?
3. How does your family feel about your plans for the future, whatever they may be? (My family wants me to be an -Er like all of them: farmer, teacher, plumber, etc. and I want to be an -or: author.]
4. Do you know what Echthroi are?