I forgot a subject, HERE IT IS!
What the hellion? I haven't written anything (or at least not anything YOU can read) since April fricken 14th? What a pathetic display.
I guess, since its only proper (and God knows I'd never do anything BUT what is proper) I will update you. Its a pity that I need to update you on five of the craziest months ever to have taken place in my life, but... yeah thats it.
Here I begin. (It will be fun, but due to the lack of memory, the first parts might NOT be so exciting.)
Holy heck. I can't even remember what was happening in April. Probably nothing. I guess if I posted on the 14th then my brother turned a whopping twenty years old only five short days later. Also Dad and Stacy were gone the week before easter so I had the place to myself while the boys hung out at the grandparents, always weird to have a huge house to yourself and a very limited supply of friends to enjoy it wit. And then there was easter. I went to Jenna's grandma's for easter and we drove a golf cart. And then I cried. Remember that Jenna? I was a mess. Easter was fabolus but then I called this sweet state of Oregon to wish my mom a happy day before I left Jenna's and was reminded of the awful prospect of my Grandpa's cancer, and that, on top of whatever else was on my plate at the moment, ran me off the edge and I cried like a baby and she sweetly consoled me and then I drove 2 hours home (probably sleeping half the way) and didn't die. One sentence, six 'and's thats impressive.
I think that was all that happened in the entire month of April. BUT WAIT, I also finished my first year of college on April 30th, I'll still except gifts, if you feel as though you missed out initially.
In May some stuff happened, and things. I went to a rocking christian "rawk" concert where I was emphatically screamed at to throw up my "rawkfist" but I think only if I was feeling it when they dropped this. What?
Oh, I went to Prom in May. Yes, Prom. With Jenna Marie Powell. It was alot of fun, for the most part, a bit rocky, but fun nonetheless. We had a beach house for a few days at Tybee Island and I think the entire Island actually became a party so the first two nights we did some hopping and hanging out then prom night we went to a restaurant which actually only gave us like three choices, and each was at least 20 bucks, so that was cool. Oh wait. Anyway, the dance was fun, we were only there for about an hour, and Jenna was absolutely gorgeous. I was hot too, lemme tell you. I don't have my pictures to show you all though, she actually is holding them hostage I think... After the dance, I'd like to say it was amazing, but I think she hated me for most of the rest of that night, and also I fell off the balcony and busted up my elbow, I'll show you the scar.
Then Jenna graduated, and I was ALL over that. It was effing hot (effing isn't a bad word) and I swear to you all of the water and minerals that were once in my body sweated out and they now have a small garden of Eric-Sweat-Fertilized plants growing underneath the bleachers. Its a bit like a forest. Her party was fun, although I was the only guy there that wasn't family and her friends were all crazy excited about a massive party that night and kept talking about it and I can't really offer much to such a conversation and I didn't bring her a present. Not that I didn't WANT to bring her a present, or boycotted the idea, just, my gift plan was entirely too much for me to accomplish without the help of an entire graphic design crew and some more materials and I never finished, and then gave up. So, I'm sorry Jenna, but you ought to love me nonetheless. Because, I'm me.
I don't know if anything else happened in May, except for "May Day" which is the only holiday I celebrate religiously.
In June it was summer. I actually don't remember alot of this month... if anyone can help me remember what happened, it would be greatly appriciated. Although, it was June that I went to the Columbia vs. Argentina soccer game down in Miami and was mistaken for a fluent spanish speaking south american MULTIPLE times, including that time I was buying a water and the "policía" walked past and several people warned me in spanish and turned away, hiding their faces from him. Apparently green cards are hard to come by at such an event.
Then there was July. That is summer too. Heck if I know what happened. OH. The fourth of July, ha, independence and such. So I went to Georgia, to hang wit my crew. And so I did. On the 4th though I went to the beach to meet up with Jenna and her pals and see the spectacular colorful explosions above the coastline, it was incredible. Also there were ten million people on that beach and every firework lit up their awestruck faces in the darkness if you looked down the shore.. that was almost as cool as the blasts themselves.
The first week in July (I'm sort of breaking rythm, this happened right before the 4th) my family drove to Colorado and once again, big house to myself, little to do with it. So we played games, me and that house, like chess.
The rest of July I spent alot more time with the college group at the church, due to the limited trips north, and realized how much fun they all could be. I mean, it wasn't a tough realization, I had known it all along, I was simply keeping myself distanced and reserved so when we all finally opened up it was a blast. They threw me the greatest going away party ever, which... I guess that was August 3rd so now we're in that month. It was catered by Cracker's, the best barbecue in Jacksonville, and included cake and cards and a pool and a hot tub and even some talking (Another 5 and'er, I'm on fire). It was really a surprise, and definitely pleasent. I like to call that a pleasent surprise. (Let's watch THAT little phrase catch on.)
So I suppose you can all guess the next event. I hopped in my beast of a car and I drove home. Mom helped a bit, but mostly didn't. I let her drive twice and once she drove 10 miles with the ebrake on and the second time she ran us out of gas... actually she just drove us out of gas, I did the running... three freaking miles worth to the gas station and three freaking miles back. But no, she was a blessing, and I definitely might have died without her, goooood lord, I know this will ruin your spring break plans but I don't recomend driving to Florida, its just not right. (Unless you live alot closer, then screw it man, don't listen to me).
Mom brought a camera and I definitely used it, you can't traverse cross country without loading up on pictures. If this blog (that's what these things are called now, apparently) wasn't already two hundred miles long I would insert the three pictures I took. Maybe not quantity, but definitely quality. One was of this semi with a long trailor that was just loaded with tires. Not alot of tires mind you, like 6 of them, but they took up the entire trailor and more. These tires were the size of my house. Now thats a good picture. Also we took one of a semi that was towing another semi, only the one it was towing was facing backward so if you were driving behind it, it looked like you were about to get your butt ran right the heck over, so I took the picture in such a way to give you the impression that we are right about to get ran right the heck over. Now thats a good picture. I don't remember the other one.
My dearest friend Beth Pahl requested a gift from every state, and to save money I decided I would get her sugar packets. You'd never guess the hassle. Especially states we hardly touched and states we forgot we went through. It was fun though, and if it wasn't for sugar packets we might not have stopped at the biggest firework stand ever and bought truckloads of dangerous explosives. I actually threw out everything I owned to fill my truck with illegal contraband. Oh yeah, I left those sugar packets in a plastic bag in the living room and apparently no one noticed the names of states written on them and the bag they were in and decided to use three of them in coffee. Jerks.
So yeah... I've updated you all the way into Salem now. Its only been a month and a half but I bet I could write this much or more just about the time I've been back here.
For a while it looked like I was going to go to school in Eugene, then it looked like I couldn't afford it and I was going to go to Chemeketa (the black hole of Salem), then I could afford it, so I'm going to school in Eugene. Not at UO mind you, simply Lane, but its a heck of a change still, and I'm nervous for it, unsure of everything right now, woo!
As my mom points out NEARLY every day, I am out past about 2:00 every night, working the town, as I like to call it. What? I think I'm just trying to make up for a year of the lonely abyss. Oh, about that "year" thing, I thought it was a little weird. I flew out on August 9th 2003 and pulled back into Salem August 9th 2004. Irony? Maybe not at all, but still a better example than any of Alannis'. (So I'm not called on that later, I sort of stole the Alannis tie in from Zach Braff's blog on www.gardenstatemovie.com, as another side note, Garden State might be the greatest movie I've ever seen.) Anyway, I'm definitely working on making up for lost time, and I know its impossible, but I'm having a blast attempting it. Since I've been back I've been living. I guess. I hate to say I'm "living" because I gaurantee people will tell me I'm not, or that I'm shallow for considering my life lived, when I've really just been doing everything I can to enjoy myself and keep busy, but... its alot closer to life than I felt for quite a while, so I'm living.
I am not going to go into too many more stories about what I've been up to, but I thought it would be nice to mention I'm having an incredible time with Beth (yes, the same girl who so forcefully demanded gifts) and figuring out where we belong in the mix of things. And I do hope things continue to be so much fun, even with a few wanna be deterrants coming up.
And finally, I actually "live" in eugene now, even though I've only spent one night there in the past week. I'm going down tomorrow to get things a little more realistically settled, but don't fret, I'll be back on Saturday. I am nervous, and a bit scared, and I am definitely not the biggest fan of "change" so I could use some prayer and encouragement. But I know it will work out, it will just take some adjusting and some hair pulling and maybe some more weekends back here (Salem) to remind myself that home isn't really that far away. Although... home is now Eugene. What a complication in my wording. Good night.
I guess, since its only proper (and God knows I'd never do anything BUT what is proper) I will update you. Its a pity that I need to update you on five of the craziest months ever to have taken place in my life, but... yeah thats it.
Here I begin. (It will be fun, but due to the lack of memory, the first parts might NOT be so exciting.)
Holy heck. I can't even remember what was happening in April. Probably nothing. I guess if I posted on the 14th then my brother turned a whopping twenty years old only five short days later. Also Dad and Stacy were gone the week before easter so I had the place to myself while the boys hung out at the grandparents, always weird to have a huge house to yourself and a very limited supply of friends to enjoy it wit. And then there was easter. I went to Jenna's grandma's for easter and we drove a golf cart. And then I cried. Remember that Jenna? I was a mess. Easter was fabolus but then I called this sweet state of Oregon to wish my mom a happy day before I left Jenna's and was reminded of the awful prospect of my Grandpa's cancer, and that, on top of whatever else was on my plate at the moment, ran me off the edge and I cried like a baby and she sweetly consoled me and then I drove 2 hours home (probably sleeping half the way) and didn't die. One sentence, six 'and's thats impressive.
I think that was all that happened in the entire month of April. BUT WAIT, I also finished my first year of college on April 30th, I'll still except gifts, if you feel as though you missed out initially.
In May some stuff happened, and things. I went to a rocking christian "rawk" concert where I was emphatically screamed at to throw up my "rawkfist" but I think only if I was feeling it when they dropped this. What?
Oh, I went to Prom in May. Yes, Prom. With Jenna Marie Powell. It was alot of fun, for the most part, a bit rocky, but fun nonetheless. We had a beach house for a few days at Tybee Island and I think the entire Island actually became a party so the first two nights we did some hopping and hanging out then prom night we went to a restaurant which actually only gave us like three choices, and each was at least 20 bucks, so that was cool. Oh wait. Anyway, the dance was fun, we were only there for about an hour, and Jenna was absolutely gorgeous. I was hot too, lemme tell you. I don't have my pictures to show you all though, she actually is holding them hostage I think... After the dance, I'd like to say it was amazing, but I think she hated me for most of the rest of that night, and also I fell off the balcony and busted up my elbow, I'll show you the scar.
Then Jenna graduated, and I was ALL over that. It was effing hot (effing isn't a bad word) and I swear to you all of the water and minerals that were once in my body sweated out and they now have a small garden of Eric-Sweat-Fertilized plants growing underneath the bleachers. Its a bit like a forest. Her party was fun, although I was the only guy there that wasn't family and her friends were all crazy excited about a massive party that night and kept talking about it and I can't really offer much to such a conversation and I didn't bring her a present. Not that I didn't WANT to bring her a present, or boycotted the idea, just, my gift plan was entirely too much for me to accomplish without the help of an entire graphic design crew and some more materials and I never finished, and then gave up. So, I'm sorry Jenna, but you ought to love me nonetheless. Because, I'm me.
I don't know if anything else happened in May, except for "May Day" which is the only holiday I celebrate religiously.
In June it was summer. I actually don't remember alot of this month... if anyone can help me remember what happened, it would be greatly appriciated. Although, it was June that I went to the Columbia vs. Argentina soccer game down in Miami and was mistaken for a fluent spanish speaking south american MULTIPLE times, including that time I was buying a water and the "policía" walked past and several people warned me in spanish and turned away, hiding their faces from him. Apparently green cards are hard to come by at such an event.
Then there was July. That is summer too. Heck if I know what happened. OH. The fourth of July, ha, independence and such. So I went to Georgia, to hang wit my crew. And so I did. On the 4th though I went to the beach to meet up with Jenna and her pals and see the spectacular colorful explosions above the coastline, it was incredible. Also there were ten million people on that beach and every firework lit up their awestruck faces in the darkness if you looked down the shore.. that was almost as cool as the blasts themselves.
The first week in July (I'm sort of breaking rythm, this happened right before the 4th) my family drove to Colorado and once again, big house to myself, little to do with it. So we played games, me and that house, like chess.
The rest of July I spent alot more time with the college group at the church, due to the limited trips north, and realized how much fun they all could be. I mean, it wasn't a tough realization, I had known it all along, I was simply keeping myself distanced and reserved so when we all finally opened up it was a blast. They threw me the greatest going away party ever, which... I guess that was August 3rd so now we're in that month. It was catered by Cracker's, the best barbecue in Jacksonville, and included cake and cards and a pool and a hot tub and even some talking (Another 5 and'er, I'm on fire). It was really a surprise, and definitely pleasent. I like to call that a pleasent surprise. (Let's watch THAT little phrase catch on.)
So I suppose you can all guess the next event. I hopped in my beast of a car and I drove home. Mom helped a bit, but mostly didn't. I let her drive twice and once she drove 10 miles with the ebrake on and the second time she ran us out of gas... actually she just drove us out of gas, I did the running... three freaking miles worth to the gas station and three freaking miles back. But no, she was a blessing, and I definitely might have died without her, goooood lord, I know this will ruin your spring break plans but I don't recomend driving to Florida, its just not right. (Unless you live alot closer, then screw it man, don't listen to me).
Mom brought a camera and I definitely used it, you can't traverse cross country without loading up on pictures. If this blog (that's what these things are called now, apparently) wasn't already two hundred miles long I would insert the three pictures I took. Maybe not quantity, but definitely quality. One was of this semi with a long trailor that was just loaded with tires. Not alot of tires mind you, like 6 of them, but they took up the entire trailor and more. These tires were the size of my house. Now thats a good picture. Also we took one of a semi that was towing another semi, only the one it was towing was facing backward so if you were driving behind it, it looked like you were about to get your butt ran right the heck over, so I took the picture in such a way to give you the impression that we are right about to get ran right the heck over. Now thats a good picture. I don't remember the other one.
My dearest friend Beth Pahl requested a gift from every state, and to save money I decided I would get her sugar packets. You'd never guess the hassle. Especially states we hardly touched and states we forgot we went through. It was fun though, and if it wasn't for sugar packets we might not have stopped at the biggest firework stand ever and bought truckloads of dangerous explosives. I actually threw out everything I owned to fill my truck with illegal contraband. Oh yeah, I left those sugar packets in a plastic bag in the living room and apparently no one noticed the names of states written on them and the bag they were in and decided to use three of them in coffee. Jerks.
So yeah... I've updated you all the way into Salem now. Its only been a month and a half but I bet I could write this much or more just about the time I've been back here.
For a while it looked like I was going to go to school in Eugene, then it looked like I couldn't afford it and I was going to go to Chemeketa (the black hole of Salem), then I could afford it, so I'm going to school in Eugene. Not at UO mind you, simply Lane, but its a heck of a change still, and I'm nervous for it, unsure of everything right now, woo!
As my mom points out NEARLY every day, I am out past about 2:00 every night, working the town, as I like to call it. What? I think I'm just trying to make up for a year of the lonely abyss. Oh, about that "year" thing, I thought it was a little weird. I flew out on August 9th 2003 and pulled back into Salem August 9th 2004. Irony? Maybe not at all, but still a better example than any of Alannis'. (So I'm not called on that later, I sort of stole the Alannis tie in from Zach Braff's blog on www.gardenstatemovie.com, as another side note, Garden State might be the greatest movie I've ever seen.) Anyway, I'm definitely working on making up for lost time, and I know its impossible, but I'm having a blast attempting it. Since I've been back I've been living. I guess. I hate to say I'm "living" because I gaurantee people will tell me I'm not, or that I'm shallow for considering my life lived, when I've really just been doing everything I can to enjoy myself and keep busy, but... its alot closer to life than I felt for quite a while, so I'm living.
I am not going to go into too many more stories about what I've been up to, but I thought it would be nice to mention I'm having an incredible time with Beth (yes, the same girl who so forcefully demanded gifts) and figuring out where we belong in the mix of things. And I do hope things continue to be so much fun, even with a few wanna be deterrants coming up.
And finally, I actually "live" in eugene now, even though I've only spent one night there in the past week. I'm going down tomorrow to get things a little more realistically settled, but don't fret, I'll be back on Saturday. I am nervous, and a bit scared, and I am definitely not the biggest fan of "change" so I could use some prayer and encouragement. But I know it will work out, it will just take some adjusting and some hair pulling and maybe some more weekends back here (Salem) to remind myself that home isn't really that far away. Although... home is now Eugene. What a complication in my wording. Good night.