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Birthday: 10/26/1986
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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

im moving


its remarkable how much changes in a year.  its almost unthinkable.  but yet, still kind of expected.  when i look back on my memories of the dwindling time of senior year, it illuminates my world.  if only just for a moment, im drawn back into those times where we just didnt give a fuck.  i got completely wasted many times during school.  i guess that wouldve been a hint toward the alcoholism in college, but i wouldnt have it any other way.  my life was filled with so many great people.... i had such great friends and such a great environment....

hard to imagine how quickly life changes.  im not sure if im more upset because of where ive been or where i am now.  its hard to measure the two accurately against each other.  its almost as if you try to compare. . . well shit, ive run dry.  my mind is just searching, looking out there for that beacon of light.

this season of the Sopranos marks the shows final run.  in the early episodes, Tony Soprano crashed into a coma after being shot by his senile Alzheimer stricken uncle.  He started living this dream life within his own mind and was struggling with many personal questions.  On numerous occasions, Tony would look out of his hotel window after another fruitless day of searching for his place and across the valley of Cosa Verde he saw a light that would slowly outline the horizon.  As I let my mind float over campus, I begin to wonder where my Watchtower is.  Im not looking for a way out, or an escape, just a little guidance.  Tony never ended up finding the spotlight that he knew so well.  However, it did give him some consistency in another messed up world.

Im not sure what I wouldve done differently to get to this point or what effects, if any, those changes wouldve had.  I just know now that I have to push through the thick, fierce headwind Im facing.  While the surface of an ocean may remain calm, you do not know the chaotic and frenzied happenings underneath that surface.  But the final question would then be, isnt that all considered normal?  Maybe so, but who knows what normal would be defined as.  No one has had their head stuck below water long enough to trace the behaviors of all the life in the sea.  Nor have we spent the sufficient amount of time needed to learn of all the intricate ocean currents.  And those who have tried, have lost sight of the larger picture.

But here I go debating metaphysics again.  I often wonder how much weight any of my words hold in the eyes of my readers.  When thinking about mediums like these, however, I think the key may be held within my own person.  It seems more like a "just-thougt-youd-like-to-know" presentation.  And maybe this is where my beacon is.  Maybe my muse is my guide.  Maybe this "tattered page" will be my savior (though I can hardly say that in confidence given that this is just a bunch of fucking 1s and 0s assembled on your screen).  Sigh.  This is all besides the point really.  I miss home.  I miss my old life.  I miss my old friends.  And I feel like complete shit.  Now that we have the formalities out of the way, I feel a little better.  I guess thats a step in the right direction.


Wednesday, March 29, 2006

I'm back...

Maybe I can make use for this space yet.....
Its been so long since Ive sat down and written anything meaningful, to me that is.  I mean true, I havent written that many papers this semester but Ive done my fair share of artistry of the pencil for those meaningless points.  Yet, I knew the answer, saw the path, walked it without stumbling.  There was no challenge and insight in any of it.  Hah.  I wrote my philosophy midterm at 530 am just coming down from a torched night. (I have no idea what my grade is on that paper, but the ideas it was founded in were solid.  It was rather creative, even though the subject matter was like month-old Play Dough.)  So, ladies and some gentlemen, I think its time I got back to something that I had once loved with a passion.  Dont look for it here, for youll be staring at an empty space.  However, if you yearn for it enough, youll find it.  Im not that mystifying.


Monday, October 31, 2005

One more thing you should remember is how much fun you had this last weekend.  From what I hear from you, you had a great time.  And all the fun you had was great.  You had a blast and weren’t unfaithful to me.  I just hope that you can see that this is possible.  You can have that great college experience and get to know people and stuff and still be with me.  In a sense, you can have you cake and eat it too.  You just have to make sure the only cake you’re eating is mine.

 

The other thing is that I can see this working in general.  The whole new path thing feels a lot different and that’s probably because it is.  I think that once again, our relationship has taken a big step and changed and hopefully matured.  When I think about it, I can still feel the love.  I know you’re still there for me and I for you.  Maybe I just need to settle in.  I hope this works.  I don’t want anything more than for this to work.  And I still think that if we want it to, and we are still happy at that moment with each other, we can fix or overcome anything.  We can both do what we need to do and stay faithful.  And if that is too much, then so be it.  But at least we will know we tried.  The worst thing in my life is to think about you with someone else, doing all the things that we now do together.  But even harder than that would be the nagging knowledge that we didn’t fight or try to keep that great connection alive.  At least I will have piece of mind.


Wednesday, September 21, 2005

My deepest regrets to the Berry family and consolation to everyone who knew him and was touched by his life.  I personally did not know him, but many of my friends did and I know he will be greatly missed.  God bless all.....
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