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| September looms ominously closer. As I say goodbye after goodbye, I begin to think of my own goodbye, when I will leave a place that I love full of friends and family that I love. Then, of course, boom, here comes the nostalgia. I never liked nostalgia. To me, it always seemed like a waste of time. People only remember what they want to remember anyway. I however, am good with details.
I know that wherever I go, something will always remind me of past memories I've made. As I wrote about in one of my college essays, I have this bracelet made of guitar picks that does just that. I will never forget that summer at West Coast Connections (yo 21- how y'all been?) where I learned what REAL music was. Then there was the summer at Penn State, where my amateur guitar skills and obscene stage fright began to dwindle. A different pick for each experience- it represents my encounters within the past three or four years.
Aside from the picks, I know, for example, that the familiar salty smell of the ocean will remind me of skinny dipping in Costa Rica, as will the smell of paint thinner- which will also remind me of the most amazing mural I've ever laid eyes upon at an art festival in Penn. A certain Bath and Body Works perfume will remind me of my last summer at Cedar Lake, stocked to the brim with Coyote Ugly, Sudafed, and, of course, twisted relationships. I know that every time I hear the name Ron Jeremy, I will remember insanity at the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas. Alright, enough with the stuff you probably don't understand, I have more to say.
I will never forget the friendships I've made, the ones I've kept and the ones I've lost or have faded. In the future, I know that things like the night sky, The Doors, cinematography, airplanes, Dave Matthews Band, and other little quirks or hobbies will remind me of my best friends ( ).
So now, to everyone- I'm writing this entry as both a thank you and a goodbye. To the friends I've made- thank you for making me stronger. To the friends I've lost- thank you for making me stronger. To those that have always been honest with me- thank you for teaching me about trust. To those that have lied to me- thank you for teaching me of deception. To the strangers that have smiled at me- thank you for brightening my day. To those who have accepted me for who I am- thank you for teaching me the beauty of friendship. To those that never even gave me a chance- thank you for showing me the cruelty in this world. To those that have supported me- thank you for replenishing my strength. To those that don't like me- thank you for showing me different outlooks. To those that know me hardly, or not at all- thank you for allowing me to open up to you, even slightly, here. To those that read all of this, thank you for your patience. To EVERYONE- thank you for touching my life, somehow, because you have. Yes, you. This pick is a new addition that I will remember forever.
I wish only the best for those of you creating new beginnings and those of you continuing old ones. I hope that all of you learn to value new experiences as I have, to appreciate the beauty that, despite anything I might have said in the past, truly is out there. I also hope you don't think I'm preaching, because that's not my intent. The only thing I ask of you is to please, please, PLEASE, drop me a line sometime. I really would love to hear how you're doing, what's new, what's old. Always remember that I am here, to listen, to be a friend, to lean on. And with that, I leave everyone with the words of Tom Petty:
It's time to move on
It's time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Yeah it's time to move on
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| jim morrison said it best
this is the strangest life i've ever known.
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| eric and i are driving down to connecticut soon to see DAVE MATTHEWS
tonight because we're cool. and it's going to be fucking awesome. and
we're really excited.
...and we're cool.
call after 8 if you'd like to hear the amazingness.
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| oh man. that's what i call a good weekend.
hope everyone's prom was good, and happy fucking last day of school
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| prom = amazing.
and the best is yet to come
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