I was watching George Lopez the other night… good times.
Anonymous asked: what do you want to be when you grow up?
it really depends.
hopefully I’ll either get Infantry or Military Intelligence as my branch upon graduation (if I do graduate from USMA that is);
if I go infantry, i think it’d be a great honor to go SF
if Military Intelligence, after serving 5 years, I hear it’s not uncommon for officers to join the CIA; that too would be a privilege.
or maybe I’ll end up in the civilian sector and work as an engineer in some way.
of course, these are all under ideal circumstances. it would be awesome to do any of these
I’m so paranoid and I can’t help it!!!!!!
(a blast from the past)
I guess the most unsettling part of growing up and this whole college thing for me is the ever growing disparity between friends from high school. It’s not that I’m against change; in fact, I’m trying to change myself, and I think change is natural and necessary. The difficult part of change for me is the part where we grow comfortable with the change, comfortable in our new skins and identities, and comfortable with not talking to each other. That to me is both frightening and unnerving. I just don’t like it.
To illustrate, I just spent an evening with a friend from high school. She is two years older than I, and goes to school here in Montreal. I asked her if she is closer to friends from McGill or Ridgewood, and she said McGill. She said that the last time she talked to some of her best friends from high school was last thanksgiving. That’s basically a year! That’s ridiculous, don’t you think? But it ‘s not. It’s an all too common trend. To me, the idea of becoming closer with people you’ve known for <2 years vs. people you’ve known for much longer, even like 10+ years, is really just unfathomable and disturbing in a way. But I’ll fall victim to this too, probably, and that’s what I’m afraid of.
I guess for now I’ll desperately scurry to keep in contact with my friends as best I can. I’ve already lost a best friend. Don’t want to make that mistake again.
I walked aimlessly around St. Laurent street. I then followed a group of people into a building without knowing anything about it, and paid 21 Canadian dollars to get in. I thought, wow, pretty expensive cover charge. I walked in, enjoyed a few drinks, and looked around. These people were weird. Some of the weirdest I’ve seen. I started to regret my impulsiveness and thought about leaving, but I stayed. People were selling records by Height with Friends, Dan Deacon; apparently this was a concert featuring these guys — I had never even heard of any of these artists. Still, I stayed. I stood around, just thinking.
Then I saw a girl. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can. Anyway, she was as nice as anyone. Great smile, too. Straight out of a movie, she could have been. And then she went to the washroom and that was that. I stayed for the concert, watched people dance like absolute maniacs, and somewhat enjoyed it — it was some odd house music. Definitely a different experience.
I made my way back to the hotel. I stopped by McDonalds to buy two apple pies. They only had one. I still ate it though. I talked to some kids there. They were from Montreal, but no different than kids from the US. It’s interesting how both different and similar people here can be. Started back on my way to the hotel, and I guess I was so engaged in my pie that I didn’t realize I passed my hotel, and suddenly I was lost. Then I started to ask people around for directions back. I really like talking to random people. I really do. Then I started my way again. I overheard someone asking where they could get some poutine, which I had this afternoon, so I figured I’d tell them where I had mine. Then we found out we were both from NJ, he from Monmouth County! Gee, small world huh? Then I got back to the hotel. But not yet satisfied, I went right back out and made my way to Crescent St. I walked into a club and sat down. Turns out it was a latino club or something, or it had to have been. The music and people were both latino, so it only makes sense to assume the club was too, right? Anyway, I left shortly afterwards. I stopped by a deli to buy a bottled water; I was so thirsty!!! Then I saw a man who was wearing a Royal Military College jacket (the Canadian military academy equivalent of the US’ service academies). Turns out he was an ‘08 grad, and spent a semester as an exchange student at West Point. Gee, small world huh?
This is just to say, I spent my night impulsively,
and I don’t really regret it. In fact, I enjoyed it.
I really like tunes that are equally as beautiful when taken as a ballad or as an uptempo. Tunes like Darn That Dream and Stella by Starlight. Dang, talk about timeless masterpieces.
One of my classes this semester is World History - Africa.
Yesterday, we were discussing Egyptian history and the topic of afterlife came up. In Egyptian culture it was believed that upon death, the heart was weighed in order to determine one’s ultimate afterlife. And then I thought, how did the heart, of all organs, become such a central object in universal culture? Surely it wasn’t just a recent development, given that even in ancient culture it was deemed to be a culturally significant symbol.
How did the heart come to encompass love, feeling, passion, intense desire, etc? I’m not trying to downplay the importance of the heart; obviously the heart is a vital organ and whatever. It’s just interesting.
I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow.
It’s been an odd feeling, waiting for my impending doom.
Hopefully I’ll arise a new, better person and learn much.
Goodbye to my civilian life.
Welcome, new life.
I want to make you proud.
See you soon!
I just read through most of my yearbook. I am sad…
I will miss everything.
and when they go, it’s never happy.
Triumphant maybe, but never happy.
This is something I’ve come to terms with this year. It is sad.
people hurt a lot
Perhaps because it was my first experience in such a musical dynamic, perhaps because I realized it would be my last opportunity to participate in something of this nature, perhaps because the tunes were so stirringly infectious; I truly enjoyed my time in our high school’s production of the Drowsy Chaperone.
Very few moments in my life have I cried or teared for whatever reason, but this show has managed to drive me to tears, albeit the type of tearing when only you know it and it’s only just a little in your eyes. Even so, this show has been a true pleasure for me. I’m sure that this will be a particularly memorable experience for me as a musician and a goer of life.
But I am sad
An opportunity I will never again have a chance at.
In this sense, it is a heart-wrenching loss for me.
As a musician, I wish I had practiced more (which is what I always think in hindsight).
I will forever grieve the fact that I was this close to such an opportunity. But I can’t complain.
Wow, I am so over dramatic. I’m a drama queen.
i can’t believe i just ended up on the highway???????!??????? like i don’t drive on the highway and somehow i ended up on it and holy crap i thought...
I don’t know, man.
going back to my old school always puts me in a horrible mood and makes me feel the loneliest.
to see all my old friends moved...
my friends always say “oppan gangnam style” whenever they see me typing in korean….
them white people
Seriously don't even bother reading this I just had to rant.
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my pathological scar desires to recite poetry through the muddy girth of your soul!