I was thinking to myself, "Scout, you need a way to procrastinate doing this studying and you have thousands of thoughts firing through your synapses... write a journal!" Then I realized that I started a blog as a way do that, so here I am again.
Let's recap the good old life from the ripe old age of 18 because I want to....
Years spent in Carlisle were interesting but HOLY SHIT are they boring in comparison to the later years! I miss certain things from East Louther St though: I miss Greta, I miss my trampoline, I miss the Au Pairs, I miss the Koi Pond, I miss Empire which is very strange considering it wasn't even mine, but such good memories from there... branching off of Empire is: Halloween, My First Walkman, The Reptiles above, Pastry Chefs and snacks as the son of the chef, Lemmings on ye old Macintosh in the basement, Christmas Parties and New Year's Eve in the limo, the "Eat It Raw" plate that inexplicably rooted itself in my memories. I miss my old schools and the "friends" that I had there, I miss my REAL friends: Robin and Robert. I miss certain places in Carlisle: Scales - cheese fries, Party City - fun place, GameStop - my old haven, Blockbuster and Video Update - Got my first Nintendo 64 (emotional and beautiful time for me), Last but not least... All the trips around the world from the Parents and Grandparents: Mexico, St Lucia, Kenya, Dominican Republic... Awesome times.
The Anguilla years were a weird time for me, most recent ones obviously before the latest Utah stint. When I first heard about us moving to Anguilla, I was skeptical not for the idea but for fact that my parents were actually going to do it. Then when it happened I was ecstatic and all sorts of thrilled. Now looking back at it I ask myself... "Do you still feel that way?" Shockingly, yes I do still feel that way. I learned to deal with various obstacles that no one in Carlisle would ever need to deal with... I consider this a very good thing that I got the experience and the people that I met may not be tailored as the best people for me, but damn of they weren't amazing and wonderful each in their own way. I got over the novelty of the beaches and the sand in about a year, which was surprising for me. Now I am quite sure that when I go back for a bit after living here (Utah) for a while, the novelty will return. I learned a large amount about the world while in Anguilla, I grew up. I learned more about: drugs, relationships, depression, videogames, sailing, boats, friends, food, people, cultures, happiness, animals, phobias, weather and a lack of power. I became aware of how influential I was to my younger brother and sister and they taught me patience and responsibility as only siblings can. I suffered a mental breakdown from dealing with people that did not agree with me and anything that I stood for... I was consciously miserable for the first time in my life. I built friendships with children on the island and got a dose of how things worked there, some people were kind and helpful, others did not like me and I did not like them back. I watched my parents and also for the first time I could actually understand how many things in life they had to deal with as well and this affected me. The CIA years were a blur but some faces and memories do peer out of that cloud of smoke. Lee was my first friend in the beginning of that school when I foolishly ostracized myself from my classmates, he stuck with me the entire time and I won't forget him. CIA grew to accept my presence as I grew to accept the people there and eventually I felt at ease, the children riding on the boat with me will always be remembered, especially Noah, Tess and Yuki who were my three main compatriots. Dinners at Veya were magnificent and my friends were equally as memorable, we held friendly conversations and laughs that will be remembered. The last year at CIA was interesting... though I tried to convince myself that I didn't enjoy school, it simply was not the truth. I do miss the people there and the environment, though I didn't think I would. Sharing a meal and relaxing with my classmates after our finals was one of the biggest memories of my time there and I relish that one. The time between finishing school and going to Neumont has turned itself into a very memorable time for a few reasons: Having my wisdom teeth removed, visiting Utah, Having my cousin come to Anguilla (good/bad times), meeting Sarah Clydesdale (Yes, I honestly put that one under memorable), Going to France, Returning for my final moments on Anguilla and my final Skype conversations with Sarah where we realized how similar we truly were and are. And then it was on to Utah.
Neumont and my current life... Getting to the end of this chapter finally. My parents and I flew down to Neumont, they spent a few days here where I got to see them for the last time and then they got into the rental car and left. Make no mistake, I'm not trying to be whiny or emotional here... It's just how it happened. So thus began my life at Neumont and again I just feel older as a person. That may have to do with my rapidly accelerating relationship with Sarah, finally I met someone worth caring about... That was a massive accomplishment for me. School has been a mix of relevant and irrelevant... but the ratio of Assholes is much lower at Neumont so that is a very good thing. People are just more intelligent there.
So... I just tried to sum up my life so far. That was interesting but really not the whole story... just a snippet of the highlights, but it works. It feels really nice to be writing again and I have a feeling that my blog shall be reinstated due to the enjoyment that I get from writing. Am I crazy? Maybe, but my life feels so ALIVE right now... It's immensely satisfying.
Ok, well this seems like a good place to quit for now... whoever does read this, congrats and I hope that you enjoyed this little window into my life... I needed someone to see it.
Oh and the title? Purely formed from my roommate's hijinks! They know how to make a day interesting.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
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