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Nostalgia. It's funny, isn't it? Something or someone reminds us of the past, and our minds wander to dwell on those times. I know one of the things that gives me the strongest feeling of nostalgia is music. A band or a song can bring me zooming to the past, thinking about what I used to be like, who I used to spend my time with.
I was thinking about breaking up my life into a time of Pre-Sara and Post-Sara. It's kind of funny how I've started to think of my life like that. It's a good thing I'm married to her. It's funny, I still hang out with the same people I did several years ago, with a few missing and a ton of new friends, but if you split my time up (when I'm home at least) the majority of the time is spent with Sara. Then it's Carmen and Marc, Alison, Erin, Roxanne, etc. Then it's groups of friends that I hang out with, either with "work friends", "concert friends", "school friends", etc (each set of friends could be broken up even more). I've always tried mixing the groups, but it doesn't always work that well. I know that some people I can take anywhere (Carmen, Sara, Marc, Alison, etc), while others I have to think about personality clashes and whatnot.
I was thinking about how I was going home this weekend. Now there isn't much for me anymore, my work friends will be there, but all of my friends who were seniors graduated, so I won't see them anymore. Sure, Kimber and Jacki will be around, I'll probably see them, I'm definitely going to Busch, so I'll see people there, but last year when I went home, I told Carmen, Marc and Alison like weeks in advance. I made sure I would see certain people and we would do certain things. It was a lot of fun. Now, it's different. There are less people there. Sure, I still want to see people, but I don't know. It's not the same. I'm sure I'll hang out with my friends from William and Mary and what not, maybe even make it down to Newport News to see Adam and the Boos. Who knows.
Obviously, I am going home this weekend. Friday night to either Monday day or Tuesday day, not quite decided yet. I might head up to Richmond to see VCU people (Marc, Roxanne, Erin, Megan, Amandah and Taylor) and everyone else who goes there now. It's all up in the air. I know Brittany and Brandon are coming on Saturday to go to Busch Gardens with me. I'm probably going to see some people from work, maybe hang out after they get off work? We always have Ihop for that.
What brought on this discussion of Nostalgia? I was listening to The Early November's new CD tonight. It was pretty amazing, and thinking about The Early November reminded me of when I was in High School and I thought I knew everything. I called them emo, looking back at that, I laugh now. I thought I was so cool, but in reality I was pretty lame. Going to a concert every weekend, meeting new people and feeling accepted, it was pretty awesome. I ignored my school work because I could and got away with it. I didn't fuck up my life. I had fun, but boy was I naive. I missed out on a lot, I made mistakes, still hold regrets, but I made it through.
Carol Ann had a music video that was clearly Ben Gibbard singing about something or another. It reminded me of when I first started listening to Death Cab. The Photo Album changed my life, it was so amazing. I remember listening to it while driving various places with my parents and just letting Ben Gibbard's voice roll over me. Then I got into The Postal Service and Ben Gibbard did it again. I started listening to Rilo Kiley around that time as well, though not as much as the first two. Then suddenly, Cursive popped up on my playlist, shortly followed by Murder by Death and The Good Life. My horizons expanded, Q and not U and Circle Takes the Square frequented my headphones. The Faint, Eisley, Mates of State, Of Montreal. They all started filling up the memory on my computer, byte by byte. I started researching the music listening to, no more idly accepting my Brother's pop-punk. I had already taught myself where punk, ska, hardcore, and pop-punk originated from. I knew the roots of the music I listened to, but sometime in my sophomore year of highschool I discovered fourfa.com and I started learning more and more. I had friends who showed me new bands they liked, and I in turn showed them mine. I met Sara my junior year, but it wasn't until the end when we started hanging at. Sometime during Senior year I discovered that she liked good music and we started sharing music with each other. I told her about The Good Life and The Decemberists, she told me about The Servant and Regina Spektor and so on. I love how a lot of my thoughts instantly go to Sara now, it's pretty great.
Well, I keep getting distracted by various things and it's almost time for sleep. Night all.
I was thinking about breaking up my life into a time of Pre-Sara and Post-Sara. It's kind of funny how I've started to think of my life like that. It's a good thing I'm married to her. It's funny, I still hang out with the same people I did several years ago, with a few missing and a ton of new friends, but if you split my time up (when I'm home at least) the majority of the time is spent with Sara. Then it's Carmen and Marc, Alison, Erin, Roxanne, etc. Then it's groups of friends that I hang out with, either with "work friends", "concert friends", "school friends", etc (each set of friends could be broken up even more). I've always tried mixing the groups, but it doesn't always work that well. I know that some people I can take anywhere (Carmen, Sara, Marc, Alison, etc), while others I have to think about personality clashes and whatnot.
I was thinking about how I was going home this weekend. Now there isn't much for me anymore, my work friends will be there, but all of my friends who were seniors graduated, so I won't see them anymore. Sure, Kimber and Jacki will be around, I'll probably see them, I'm definitely going to Busch, so I'll see people there, but last year when I went home, I told Carmen, Marc and Alison like weeks in advance. I made sure I would see certain people and we would do certain things. It was a lot of fun. Now, it's different. There are less people there. Sure, I still want to see people, but I don't know. It's not the same. I'm sure I'll hang out with my friends from William and Mary and what not, maybe even make it down to Newport News to see Adam and the Boos. Who knows.
Obviously, I am going home this weekend. Friday night to either Monday day or Tuesday day, not quite decided yet. I might head up to Richmond to see VCU people (Marc, Roxanne, Erin, Megan, Amandah and Taylor) and everyone else who goes there now. It's all up in the air. I know Brittany and Brandon are coming on Saturday to go to Busch Gardens with me. I'm probably going to see some people from work, maybe hang out after they get off work? We always have Ihop for that.
What brought on this discussion of Nostalgia? I was listening to The Early November's new CD tonight. It was pretty amazing, and thinking about The Early November reminded me of when I was in High School and I thought I knew everything. I called them emo, looking back at that, I laugh now. I thought I was so cool, but in reality I was pretty lame. Going to a concert every weekend, meeting new people and feeling accepted, it was pretty awesome. I ignored my school work because I could and got away with it. I didn't fuck up my life. I had fun, but boy was I naive. I missed out on a lot, I made mistakes, still hold regrets, but I made it through.
Carol Ann had a music video that was clearly Ben Gibbard singing about something or another. It reminded me of when I first started listening to Death Cab. The Photo Album changed my life, it was so amazing. I remember listening to it while driving various places with my parents and just letting Ben Gibbard's voice roll over me. Then I got into The Postal Service and Ben Gibbard did it again. I started listening to Rilo Kiley around that time as well, though not as much as the first two. Then suddenly, Cursive popped up on my playlist, shortly followed by Murder by Death and The Good Life. My horizons expanded, Q and not U and Circle Takes the Square frequented my headphones. The Faint, Eisley, Mates of State, Of Montreal. They all started filling up the memory on my computer, byte by byte. I started researching the music listening to, no more idly accepting my Brother's pop-punk. I had already taught myself where punk, ska, hardcore, and pop-punk originated from. I knew the roots of the music I listened to, but sometime in my sophomore year of highschool I discovered fourfa.com and I started learning more and more. I had friends who showed me new bands they liked, and I in turn showed them mine. I met Sara my junior year, but it wasn't until the end when we started hanging at. Sometime during Senior year I discovered that she liked good music and we started sharing music with each other. I told her about The Good Life and The Decemberists, she told me about The Servant and Regina Spektor and so on. I love how a lot of my thoughts instantly go to Sara now, it's pretty great.
Well, I keep getting distracted by various things and it's almost time for sleep. Night all.