Thanks, guys!
Mine is currently: “Andrew is packing, cleaning, and blasting some Third Eye Blind … building is mostly empty and my speakers can do WORK.”
What leaves even more to be considered is the memorializing of entire Facebook pages, like some kind of internet gravestone. Check it out.
In the end, there are friends you keep, and friends you let go, and I will meet someone new tomorrow.
That’s is as frightening as it is comforting. We hold so dear those who come into our lives, and mourn those who pass out of it. The comfort lies in the fact that the love lies in the relationship, which can never leave us. I’ve said before, we will always have that to draw on and learn from.
And yet I find myself at a time in my life when so many of my friends seem to have grown apart, both socially and physically. In my final year at school, many of my friends have left or graduated, and others show less interest in continuing the close relationship we once had.
At home, many of my closest friends have left the city, pursuing lives in other locales.
The social circle tightens, and that, for someone who has made a family from his friends, is frightening.
The realization is that life has brought me to the beginning of distant friends, where at the rare get together someone is always missing, where compatriots play catch up for each other: “Have you heard what ______ is up to?” Gone are the days of summer parties in an empty house, late night get-togethers in college apartments, lazy afternoon hours in dorm rooms, daily romps to the beach and nightly forays into the city.
It is the beginning of the great thinning out, where we become as our parents are, the few close friends that they have scattered, busy with their own lives. I can already begin to see who those friends are … and I love them all the more for it.
I will meet someone new tomorrow, already this semester new friends have come into my journey. But right now, in this moment … I begin to feel the voids.
Dani and Maggie.
The sunset was just painting the sky.
Some of the trees grow like bonsai.
Evergreen trees are always full of life.
Dani and I went for a hike with Maggie up Vroman’s Nose last week.
I completed the two hundred sit-ups program, and damned if that doesn’t make me feel good.
Well, you actually accomplish two hundred crunches (sit-ups are bad for your back), but the idea is that in six weeks, you can ostensibly go from being unfit to doing two hundred crunches consecutively, which is still a great core workout. Sure, it took me way longer than six weeks with the rigors of my work and academic schedule, but I did it and with great success.
Results? Oh yes. My core strength has increased immensely, as well as some great toning. I am truly pleased with the whole experience, and I truly recommend the program and it’s predecessor, one hundred push-ups, to anyone interested in increasing strength and fitness.
My plan now is to modify the program so I can continue to use it’s style … perhaps my next goal is four hundred consecutive crunches!
Why is this the greatest thing I’ve seen all week?
Mine in 2 business days.
… hear your phone call through my wall three rooms away at 2am and have to ask you to keep your voice down so my other residents can sleep for class, I am not
wilin’ out.
My father, my sister, and I went to the Bayard Cutting Arboretum Sunday.
Four years ago, I sat down for one of the last times, and in my own feeble voice quietly sang this to my mother.
