Posts tagged "friends"
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Notes: 1 / 8 months ago[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
To Olivia Loos.
An hour’s worth of work, sitting by myself in your room.
Instead of doing homework. I’d say I was pretty productive.
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10 months ago
four score and seven years ago…. okay, maybe just three years ago.
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1 year ago
10:27pm
Day 330: Wendy’s run with Shelly and J-Mack. In hobo clothes. In Rochester. Classy!
#Mar15/2010
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1 year ago
5:00pm
Day 328: I’m not sure why this happened.
#Mar13/2010
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1 year ago
4:10pm
Day 304: Valentine’s Day pillow pet! Got half-price chocolate today with Maryam and Veronica. And watched a less-than-decent movie.
#Feb17/2010
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1 year ago
12:23pm
Day 267: Taking MySpace pictures for our photography assignment, duh.
#Jan11/2010
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1 year ago
11:52am
Day 264: Today: ran dived into the ocean. Then watched The Box. What a life.
#Jan8/2010
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1 year ago
6:48pm
Day 253: Colin blowing up Damian’s “Perfect Partner/Inflatable Wife”
The description says:
LOW MAINTENANCE PARTNER FOR A STRESS FREE EASY LIFE!
- HATES SHOPPING
- CAN’T SPEND YOUR MONEY
- DOESN’T NAG, CRITICIZE OR COMPLAIN
- NEVER HAS A HEADACHE
- DOESN’T GOSSIP TO THE OTHER GIRLS
#Dec27/2010
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1 year ago
7:39pm
Day 231: Table 12. What a night!
#Dec4/2010
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1 year ago
9:09pm
Day 228: Chris Pike’s uncontainable joy.
#Dec1/2010
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1 year ago
1:57pm
Day 218: Really fantastic artwork in dystopian lit. Therefore, a very productive class.
Drawing credit to Merrit McLaughlin.
#Nov23/2010
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1 year ago
8:41pm
Day 209: Simmons visit! Glorified nasty tap water, delicious free food, free bag. Found out it’s an all girls school. But the nursing program looks sweet.
#Nov13/2010
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1 year ago
It’s four seventeen.
My keys are inside my house. I realized this as I got off the bus. My parents won’t pick up their phones
…I’m locked out.
I’m sitting at a computer desk at the library and there are currently twenty seven minutes and thirty nine seconds left on this timer, so let’s see what I can accomplish in that time period.
Looking through all the boxes, cabinets, drawers, and binders yesterday while I was cleaning out my room, I realize how much of the stuff I keep is simply there for memories. A lot of this gets me in trouble with my parents, who see sentimental value as an abstract and useless concept.
I keep a memory box as of yesterday, which is just a Puma shoe box filled with items that were originally in piles scattered throughout my room. I have an accumulating pile for every piece of paper or invite I have ever gotten from Uturn, a copy of each design of the church bulletin as times progressed, souvenirs from each hotel I’ve visited, cards I’ve gotten from friends, and there’s a ton more. I obviously need more boxes to stuff these in.
But it’s weird.
Searching through all these things, I know that I will never again need to use that Charlie Card from last September, that abandoned Sierra Nevada beer bottle, that First Night Button. But I keep them anyway. I’m scared to let go of my past. Well, maybe I shouldn’t word it that way. I’m scared to leave behind the memories of my past. I want to be able to remember things and not just scrap them as if the things I’d experienced had meant nothing.
I found notes from the people I had considered my BEST of friends. Top notch. The best of the batch.
Even though people always told me that friends you meet in middle school will never stay your best friends in high school (and forever), I always thought they were crazy. I would have never imagined that in my senior year of high school, the people I told all my secrets to just several years ago would no longer be anything more than just acquaintances in school. Just people you would greet with a half-second “hey” in the halls in the five minutes of passing time between classes.
four minutes and seven seconds on this timer.
And here I am: a person who doesn’t seem to have changed much in the years, when in actuality, many things have taken place.
With several people being an exception, the people I’ve grown close to are ones I have only started to get to know in the past year and a half or so.
Sometimes I wonder of it’s me who is changing or just the environment around me.
Either way, meeting people who become your circle of trust is pretty insane.
They interact with your life. You interact with theirs. And right there, both your lives are messed up. At first, neither realize how much impact one life has over the other, but at the same time can’t imagine how different your life would be if you hadn’t met them.
People still tell me that my best friends won’t even acknowledge me in the coming years. I won’t accept it. The way that people can come into your life, change it, and somehow fade away, is crazy to me.
But since I’ve experienced it (not in any dramatic way), it makes me think of the future. Here we go again…
I can’t tell whether the things I call significant are actually worth spending my time on. Or if they will just become a remnant of the past. A remnant which I will look back on in a few years, then once again wonder how any of these bits and chips will fall in place in this crazy little thing called my life.
It’s 5:08. I had to re-sign on to this computer.
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