Old friends and new fires....
I keep meaning to get back to this blog. For some reason, even when stacked up against all the other shit that I've let fall apart around me, neglecting this blog almost bothers me just as much. Funny how emotional transference works, yeah?
yeah.
Anyhow, at some point in the recent past I seem to have suffered some kind of mental/emotional break and reverted to my innate tendency to hide alone in my apartment watching er-runs of star trek and writing music. Why? Not sure...Maybe the fact that I am grown up and this is definitely not what I wanted to be finally caught up to me. Maybe I'm just a wuss.
The world may never know.
One thing we do know, however, is that Jen Roper made a very good point in her comment on my previous blog that I should, in her words, "Get out more".
True. So true, in fact, that when I did go out the other night and ran into Jen...she bought me a icy cold Miller High Life. There is no finer gift that one can give to another. Seriously though, seeing all of my friends in one place reminded my exactly why hiding in my room with only the crew of the Enterprise to keep me company is such a dumb idea.
As fate would have it, I have some pretty rad friends...especially since they keep sticking around after several rehashed versions of this same socio-phobic tendency. so...high fives for all of you....forever!!
In other news, I have recently stumbled upon and been reunited online (word to yo myspace dogg) with my best friend from college, Andy Fritz which has, in turn, provided the spark to light a fire of PLU recollections that I had presumed lost amidst the haze of fallen brain cells from that particular time of my life. To make matters more awesome, there is a possibility that he may be moving back down here from Alaska to join the non-stop party that is my life *cough cough* It's funny how a time that I consider the most formative experience of my life had become so generalized and non-specific in my head that, when confronted with the crisp, direct recollection of it all, I can barely take it all in with out a whole squadron of butterflies erupting in my stomach. More on this later probably, right now I can't even put it all into words.
Well, St. Patrick’s day tonight...I should be out on the town, hope to see you there. Especially you, Jen Roper, I owe you a drink.
And so, my dear friends, I leave you with this:
yeah.
Anyhow, at some point in the recent past I seem to have suffered some kind of mental/emotional break and reverted to my innate tendency to hide alone in my apartment watching er-runs of star trek and writing music. Why? Not sure...Maybe the fact that I am grown up and this is definitely not what I wanted to be finally caught up to me. Maybe I'm just a wuss.The world may never know.
One thing we do know, however, is that Jen Roper made a very good point in her comment on my previous blog that I should, in her words, "Get out more".
True. So true, in fact, that when I did go out the other night and ran into Jen...she bought me a icy cold Miller High Life. There is no finer gift that one can give to another. Seriously though, seeing all of my friends in one place reminded my exactly why hiding in my room with only the crew of the Enterprise to keep me company is such a dumb idea.As fate would have it, I have some pretty rad friends...especially since they keep sticking around after several rehashed versions of this same socio-phobic tendency. so...high fives for all of you....forever!!
In other news, I have recently stumbled upon and been reunited online (word to yo myspace dogg) with my best friend from college, Andy Fritz which has, in turn, provided the spark to light a fire of PLU recollections that I had presumed lost amidst the haze of fallen brain cells from that particular time of my life. To make matters more awesome, there is a possibility that he may be moving back down here from Alaska to join the non-stop party that is my life *cough cough* It's funny how a time that I consider the most formative experience of my life had become so generalized and non-specific in my head that, when confronted with the crisp, direct recollection of it all, I can barely take it all in with out a whole squadron of butterflies erupting in my stomach. More on this later probably, right now I can't even put it all into words.
Well, St. Patrick’s day tonight...I should be out on the town, hope to see you there. Especially you, Jen Roper, I owe you a drink.
And so, my dear friends, I leave you with this:
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