4.28.2009

The World I Have Entered

What am I that food cannot satisfy my hunger?
What's happened that water cannot quench my thirst?
Since when can a woman's touch, a hug even, satisfy more than sex and her body?
When did I reach the point of not fighting, of simply not caring?

What is this world I have entered?

When have I been so motivated with no outside cause?
When have I been successful as a result of hard work?
Who is this person I've become, rejecting his friends, accepting his enemies?

What is this world I have entered?

4-27-2009


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4.27.2009

Summertime

The last days of school…so many thoughts and emotions running through everyone’s head: plans to make and keep, happiness and sadness (both because school is over), excitement about the unknown days ahead. Yearbooks being signed left and right, always with the promise that “we’ll all hang out” or that we’ll “call to set something up”; promises that are rarely kept. Now that summer is here, we all think we’re free from the prison that holds us to way too many obligations for nine months of the year. We have not escaped, however, we have only moved; moved to the mental prison that is summer: brokenness, broken plans, broken hearts, broken promises, broken friendships. All these broken things keep us trapped until we once more enter the institution of school. So why do people get so excited for summer? Because, like in the rest of our lives, the good outweighs the bad nine times out of ten. Long days at the beach, BBQs, parties, and friends 24/7 make up for any plans you may break or fights you may have. Sure, people have work and they have sports practices and other things but there’s always time for your friends some other time during the day. That’s the real meaning, the real excitement behind summer, isn’t it? FRIENDS. As teenagers, friends make and shape our lives. Sure, we see people during school, but summer…In summer, you pick whom, and when you want to hang out. You aren’t confined to the hours between school and curfew. And THAT is the beauty of summer. The fact that you can do whatever you want, whenever you want, and see your friends constantly while you do it, that is SUMMER.

Dedicated to everyone who make my summers memorable: Robbie, Taylor, Michael, Abbi, Natalie, Nate, Emily, and EVERYONE else who made last summer awesome. I can't wait till next year!

5-14-2008

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True Friends

→ someone who can’t stand you being gone
→ someone who patiently waits for you to finish talking about cheating with another friend who interrupted you, then continue your conversation as if there were no interruption
→ someone who gives you Spanish answers every day just because you give him or her mints
→ someone you can “talk” to with expressions and hand signals
→ someone you know better than their own family
→ someone to whom you show your “true colors”
→ someone who doesn’t know your birthday and it doesn’t bother you
→ someone whose birthday you never want to miss
→ someone you say “hi” to no matter where you are or who you’re with
→ someone who you immediately look for at football games, lunch, dances, etc.
→ someone who actually cares about your problems and tries to help you with them
→ someone who goes through your stuff, sheds their BRIGHT RED HAIR all over, then denies it
→ someone who supports your dream to become a cheerleader
→ someone who will admit that they didn’t plan on liking you, it just happened after a while
→ someone who will randomly start a band just because you’ve always wanted to play bass guitar
→ someone who will take weird pictures of themselves for your photography project
→ someone who always encourages you in everything
→ someone who would insist it’s not that bad getting semi-boiling hot chocolate on you as long as it’s “fun”
→ someone who tells you a smurfin’ story about how Smurfette smurfed them in the smurfin’ parking lot. Smurf on.
→ someone who can pretend they’re talking to you about something serious and end with, “she needs to stop making fun of Garth Brooks every time she hears him.”
→ someone you are afraid to disappoint
→ BBH. That’s all there is to say
→ someone who will sit around after school to “lift”, then decide it’s not worth it
→ someone who is schizophrenic, denies it, then later agrees with you
→ someone you write a comment to that is supposed to include one memory but ends up including dozens
→ someone with whom you can have more than three topics going in six different e-mail messages
→ someone you always look forward to seeing
→ someone you just hang out with for the heck of it
→ someone that you joke about hating all the time, to their face
→ someone you would risk your life for
→ someone you don’t want to lose, no matter what
→ someone you dedicate a full AIM “buddy info” page to
→ the people who take up ¾ of your heroes list
→ someone who forgives you for running them over, even if you didn’t mean to
→ someone who makes sure you’re late for just about every class of the day
→ someone who you’re still texting 30 minutes after you decide you’re going to bed
→ someone who will sit onine after they said they were leaving because you’re babbling on and on meaninglessly
→ someone who is proud of you when you find all the grammatical errors
→ someone you are proud to refer to as your friend
→ the people you consider your brothers and sisters no matter how ridiculous that may be based on biology
→ the people who this includes but comes nowhere near to completely describing
To my dear, true friends.

5-14-2007

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