Good ol' Rootbeer2
I know I've said this before, but even though I rarely ever actually write in this, I do like knowing that it's here, in case I want/need to. It's funny to think that after a number of tries, I finally got one to stick to for years, even if it was used sparingly. I started this journal, if I recall, during my first year at UCLA. Now, some 4 or so years later, I have finally left LA. I'm back in San Ramon, back in the same old house of childhood yore, and preparing (in theory) to move to the Chicago area (for 4 months, at least) come January. Weird stuff. I haven't let much sink in and I still don't particularly feel like letting it sink in yet. Oh but it will. Heh, who knew, I even procrastinate my feelings! Haha, go fig.
Anyway, there's so much I want(ed) to do before I leave, but it's all a little overwhelming. Next only to being adequately prepared to move eastward (hoooo!), at the top of my list is *finally* seeing Amber again. 'Cause really, we're in the same relative area, we both know it, and to not see each other (especially considering she's going to the same school as my brother at the moment) would just be silly after the pedestal I put her on for so many years. So here's hoping I can actually get that to friggen happen already.
I dug up all my old scrapboxes and other boxes of possessions I've had hidden in this house, so that I can reorganize and add all my new UCLA/LA stuff to the boxes. I haven't gotten to go through them in-depth yet, but so far, just skimming, it is so weird to see some of these old "blast from the past"s. Even just seeing Tenaya Dunbar's signature in my 8th grade yearbook took me to a bit of a strange place. The me of pre-Los Angeles and the me now are so unbelievably different, I just can't quite reconcile it. I don't know when or how I changed, but wow is it night and day. Funny enough though, the more things change, the more they stay the same, you know? I feel like a different person entirely (in so very many ways), but seeing some of that old stuff is enough to jog back a little of that old school mentality and make me remember what it was like to be "that" Scott. It's all a bit unnerving, to be honest. As an aside, however, it was awesome to find my old shriveled-potato (apple?) head mummy in its golden sarcophagus. Heh, I love that dumb old project. It is still preserved well after all these years. 'Twas another middle school thing--guess that's the box I must've gotten into today huh?
There are always so many thoughts swirling around that I want to get out, but I never can seem to bring myself to come onto here and put them down. Well, I mean, I did tonight (and I have no idea even why), but I don't know how to force myself to do this consistently. I will try, at least. Too much going on in life to not catalog it. Or rather, I suppose, since I will always remember this part of my life in terms of the big stuff (leaving LA, going to Chicago, seeing Amber again [universe willing]), I would like to catalog those little things and thoughts that will be lost along the way, so that I can look back at Rootbeer2, much like looking through those old scrapboxes, and remember the me that I once was.
Anyway, there's so much I want(ed) to do before I leave, but it's all a little overwhelming. Next only to being adequately prepared to move eastward (hoooo!), at the top of my list is *finally* seeing Amber again. 'Cause really, we're in the same relative area, we both know it, and to not see each other (especially considering she's going to the same school as my brother at the moment) would just be silly after the pedestal I put her on for so many years. So here's hoping I can actually get that to friggen happen already.
I dug up all my old scrapboxes and other boxes of possessions I've had hidden in this house, so that I can reorganize and add all my new UCLA/LA stuff to the boxes. I haven't gotten to go through them in-depth yet, but so far, just skimming, it is so weird to see some of these old "blast from the past"s. Even just seeing Tenaya Dunbar's signature in my 8th grade yearbook took me to a bit of a strange place. The me of pre-Los Angeles and the me now are so unbelievably different, I just can't quite reconcile it. I don't know when or how I changed, but wow is it night and day. Funny enough though, the more things change, the more they stay the same, you know? I feel like a different person entirely (in so very many ways), but seeing some of that old stuff is enough to jog back a little of that old school mentality and make me remember what it was like to be "that" Scott. It's all a bit unnerving, to be honest. As an aside, however, it was awesome to find my old shriveled-potato (apple?) head mummy in its golden sarcophagus. Heh, I love that dumb old project. It is still preserved well after all these years. 'Twas another middle school thing--guess that's the box I must've gotten into today huh?
There are always so many thoughts swirling around that I want to get out, but I never can seem to bring myself to come onto here and put them down. Well, I mean, I did tonight (and I have no idea even why), but I don't know how to force myself to do this consistently. I will try, at least. Too much going on in life to not catalog it. Or rather, I suppose, since I will always remember this part of my life in terms of the big stuff (leaving LA, going to Chicago, seeing Amber again [universe willing]), I would like to catalog those little things and thoughts that will be lost along the way, so that I can look back at Rootbeer2, much like looking through those old scrapboxes, and remember the me that I once was.