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i think i have to start writing in this again. for me, of course, because i'm sure none of you miss it. i was just checkin past entries in my journal. its like a time capsule. i couldn’t remember a lot of the shit that happened over the past year. reading the entries jump started my stalling memory. i could relive my appendicitis and my collapsed lung. although i’d rather go to school naked than go through that again. i realized how much life has changed but i don’t think i’ve changed much. my hair’s shorter i guess. lost quite a few people along the way. haven’t even thought about replacing them. i’m such a loner now. i use to love being around people and going out, but now i usually prefer staying in.
its crazy to think about how old we are. i mean, christ dude… all my close friends are doin their own things at different colleges. most of them will be on their own, working full time in 2 years. then it stays that way for the next, say… 40 or 50 years. its such a big event. compared to whats coming, college was nothing. everything is really going to change. everyone I know is going to really have their own lives. getting married, moving away, holding jobs or robbing banks. You like the way things are goin, then life F’s you in the A. i can only pray that we keep in touch. i couldn’t imagine life without those guys.
and i don’t even know whats gonna happen in my life. i don’t know if i’m going to go for a masters degree, and if i do i don’t know what I’ll be going for. i don’t know what i want to spend my life doing. i don’t know where i want to live.
me chris and pete were talking during lunch a while back, just reminiscing. . we have done some wild stuff. and it really sucks having an awful memory like i do. i wish there was a dvd of my life that i could just watch. i’d probably just loop it on yang jumping shirtless on the trampoline last winter.
one of the thing i miss the most were the escapades with nate in his now dead buick. cutting in front of school buses in the wendy’s parking lot. one time he took a left turn onto belmont, lost control, pulled a 180, drove over the median to get back on the right side of the road, and went on his way… that kid is the fucking man. you should have seen gailyn’s face.
i remember the early stages of extravagation. that goddam sign on Christy drive. we threw so much stuff at that thing: a ceramic child, vase, VCR, computer monitor. when we finaly got it down, they put a new one up. we tied that one to the back of pete’s car. almost cut it in half. my, we’re immature. then we completely covered joanna’s street with clothes. it was ridiculous. i could go on for days about extravagation.
and that time we stayed over at the Rox Stadium back when craig had the keys. we put on the sumo suits, paul ran the bases naked (of course), put holes in the locker room walls with drop kicks, chris broke his collar bone, shot baseballs at the school using the teeshirt slingshot, drew took a dump in someone’s dufflebag, and we went inside the drier and turned it on. it was quite the experience.
or that time we waited till like midnight, went to that dark stretch of road on west elm street extension (with the infamous jump) and laid the dummy out by the side of the road and hid in the woods with hilarious consequences.
the first camping trip. andrew getting the shits in the woods. someone stealing craigs hatchet. the mountain man. exploding cans of ravioli in the fire. pete projecting his junk on people’s tents. knocking down trees on the island. steve going berserk after a foiled attempt at a teabagging.
i’d like to see all the family moments too. we’ve gone on so many vacations. we’ve been to florida like 10 times, colorado a couple times, las vegas, washington dc, two cruises to bermuda, nova scotia. i remember driving back in a heat wave in a station wagon with four people in it without air conditioning for three days straight.
its all the little things with friends that made life so enjoyable though. like that day long scavenger hunt amanda put together. you gotta make another one and get more people involved! i just wish i could remember all the little things.
its crazy to think about how old we are. i mean, christ dude… all my close friends are doin their own things at different colleges. most of them will be on their own, working full time in 2 years. then it stays that way for the next, say… 40 or 50 years. its such a big event. compared to whats coming, college was nothing. everything is really going to change. everyone I know is going to really have their own lives. getting married, moving away, holding jobs or robbing banks. You like the way things are goin, then life F’s you in the A. i can only pray that we keep in touch. i couldn’t imagine life without those guys.
and i don’t even know whats gonna happen in my life. i don’t know if i’m going to go for a masters degree, and if i do i don’t know what I’ll be going for. i don’t know what i want to spend my life doing. i don’t know where i want to live.
me chris and pete were talking during lunch a while back, just reminiscing. . we have done some wild stuff. and it really sucks having an awful memory like i do. i wish there was a dvd of my life that i could just watch. i’d probably just loop it on yang jumping shirtless on the trampoline last winter.
one of the thing i miss the most were the escapades with nate in his now dead buick. cutting in front of school buses in the wendy’s parking lot. one time he took a left turn onto belmont, lost control, pulled a 180, drove over the median to get back on the right side of the road, and went on his way… that kid is the fucking man. you should have seen gailyn’s face.
i remember the early stages of extravagation. that goddam sign on Christy drive. we threw so much stuff at that thing: a ceramic child, vase, VCR, computer monitor. when we finaly got it down, they put a new one up. we tied that one to the back of pete’s car. almost cut it in half. my, we’re immature. then we completely covered joanna’s street with clothes. it was ridiculous. i could go on for days about extravagation.
and that time we stayed over at the Rox Stadium back when craig had the keys. we put on the sumo suits, paul ran the bases naked (of course), put holes in the locker room walls with drop kicks, chris broke his collar bone, shot baseballs at the school using the teeshirt slingshot, drew took a dump in someone’s dufflebag, and we went inside the drier and turned it on. it was quite the experience.
or that time we waited till like midnight, went to that dark stretch of road on west elm street extension (with the infamous jump) and laid the dummy out by the side of the road and hid in the woods with hilarious consequences.
the first camping trip. andrew getting the shits in the woods. someone stealing craigs hatchet. the mountain man. exploding cans of ravioli in the fire. pete projecting his junk on people’s tents. knocking down trees on the island. steve going berserk after a foiled attempt at a teabagging.
i’d like to see all the family moments too. we’ve gone on so many vacations. we’ve been to florida like 10 times, colorado a couple times, las vegas, washington dc, two cruises to bermuda, nova scotia. i remember driving back in a heat wave in a station wagon with four people in it without air conditioning for three days straight.
its all the little things with friends that made life so enjoyable though. like that day long scavenger hunt amanda put together. you gotta make another one and get more people involved! i just wish i could remember all the little things.