Saturday, December 27, 2008

really now?

before I say what I was going to, I have a little funny.  I got on the computer to transfer some money from savings to checking, and to check myspace for any messages.  my mom asked, "Para que buscas en la computadora?" and I replied "dinero y felicidad."  and sadly, it's true [:

ok, that being said... ahem.  

really?  three times in a month?  the first time i can understand. that was the biggest party in East County, no question.  of course it would get rolled.  and I chose to stay so I could keep the keg, so that one is on me.  that's my first run-in with the law.

then about two weeks ago I got pulled over because my back license plate light was out.  allegedly.  ok fine, that almost a legitimate reason.

but last night was one of those nights where I honestly and sincerely was doing nothing wrong.  Scot and I were sitting in Chad's car outside taco bell waiting for Chris.  next thing we knew, two patrol cars blocked us in, turned on their spotlights, and asked for everyone's ID.  of course they accused us of doing /selling drugs, tried to scare us, and eventually realized they looked dumb and said, "well I guess you could be considered loitering."  then they left.  we ended up driving around Kohls a few times so as not to loiter.

the month isn't over yet.  maybe we can make it 4 times!

also, I thought of my new year's resolution this morning in the shower.  is it like a birthday wish, where if you tell someone it won't come true?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

stay classy.

there's so much to say, so I'll get right to it.

leaving everyone is going to suck. that's the only drawback to moving, and it's a huge one. I'm grateful for everything each of you has brought to my life. the laughs, the talks, the nights out, the conversations lasting til morning, the concerts, classes, hearings, ditch days, camping trips, bonfires, nights spent star gazing, lifeguard tower talks, moonlit beach walks, games, jam sessions, trips to the gym, five-mile runs, parties, confrontations with police, writing sessions, hot tub dips, trips to the fair, aimless drives, shopping sprees, the hill, fifty-message conversations, guys nights out, family gatherings, road trips, starbucks talks, beach days... too much to remember. To everyone who was a part of any memory... my life is great because of you. I don't want to sound like I have a week left to live (even though it sort of feels like that). I just want to take this time to say some nice things that need to be said.

Chris, I remember freshman year at D-teams sitting across from you and thinking to myself, 'Why does this guy think he's so cool?' But slowly, and I don't remember exactly when, we became best friends. You've been there for me, and you helped me through some of my roughest times. I hope I've come close to being as good a friend. I admire you for all your ideas and ambitions, and I'll know you'll go far. Keep writing.

Max, when I tell stories to my kids about what I did in high school, I'm pretty sure you'll be in all of them. Obviously you were one of my best friends throughout the past four years, and more so as time went on. I regret leaving you more than anyone else because I know how opposed you were to me going. I can imagine it right now - me going up there, wanting to start a band, realizing I can't find a bass player as creative as you, coming back home, and asking you to be in a band with me again. I'll miss you, but I know I'll see you again sometime soon.

Scot, first of all you're my most musically talented friend, and I wish I could have half the ability you do. I'm grateful for having your support as well through my tough times. We've had some very interesting conversations, which were possible because you think on deeper levels. You know how I like that in a person. I'll miss your company. (I know you might get sad that other people's paragraphs were a little longer, but I don't have much else to say, other than that you've been my greatest friend in how you cared so sincerely about me.)

James! I'm not leaving you back in Rancho, but I'll still miss you over there in Davis. You are my oldest friend, all the way back from Ms. Yamaguchi's class. We really need to stay lifelong friends or I'll be sad.

I love you Jamie. You and I both know that twenty years from now, after we've both played the field, had our fun, and given up on any hope of marriage or love, we're just going to get married. Let me know if you want to give up early, we can move in together. Don't worry, separate beds.

Chad, the past few months we've started to hang out more. Looking back, I'd say you've been a great friend even though you weren't my closest. What I mean is the times we do hang out and talk you're always supportive and accepting. Thank you for that.

Mike, I think it's so sick you got your own place. You've always seemed independent and self-sufficient. Enjoy yourself like I know you do, but don't forget to become a doctor (if that's still what you want). Also, I love your attitude of "my shit is your shit." Few people are that selfless, so it's a conspicuous quality.

The same goes for you, Zach. Just this year I realized you might be my nicest friend. You don't talk shit, but you put up with it, and I respect that. We should have hung out more.

Anthony, you're dedicated in everything you do. I know you're going to become a wealthy restaurant owner / vacation planner / whatever it was you told me you wanted to do (sorry I forgot) because you have your mind set on it.

Gina, I'm sorry. You're such a great person... anyone can see your outward beauty, but after getting to know you, I realized there's so much more beneath that. I admire you for thinking about others and trying to make them happy. My wish for you is that you continue to make other people feel as great as you made me feel, and that people would do the same for you. And I'm sorry.

Daina, you give me shit, I give it back, and it makes me laugh. I'm glad we met.

Janet, you're a witty one. I told Chris you were fucking awesome; I'm pretty sure it's true.

I have a thing for these witty girls... Brooke, you crack me up. My only regret is that we didn't become friends years ago. Your intelligence shows in your endless wise-ass remarks, which I love. You better come visit me.


Derek, Jayme, and Steven: junior year you three provided me with a much-needed intellectual outlet, maybe like a pressure valve on an air compressor. Thank you. Dan, you're in the "I wish we hung out more" group.

Chris and Christian, I had a great time on tour and in Man Band. Lots of good memories with both of you.

Stephy and Mama! You both helped me out a lot by being there after my expulsion. Your support meant so much to me. And thanks for convincing me to do that play. Stephy, I hope I see you before I leave; it's been a while.

Kevin, you were a great mentor. You have a lot to say, a lot to teach people. Your life is a great example to people who need one, so keep at it even if you get discouraged. Thank you for sharing your knowledge with me (and all of us). Also, thanks for being patient with my argumentative tendencies. Hopefully I didn't piss you off too bad. Brie, even though we didn't talk as much, thanks for being there those time you did help me out. Sorry we drank all your iced tea.

I could keep going for a long, long time - there are so many people I'm glad to have in my life. All the family, JR, Becca, and everyone else: Brianna, Meg, Diana, An, Thomas... Everyone. Thank you.

Please don't feel bad if I didn't mention you. If I knew you, I liked you.

Monday, December 8, 2008

christmas time is here

I'm part of what is most likely a very small group of people who finds the Christmas season depressing. Those old Christmas cartoons like It's Christmas Again Charlie Brown and the old Grinch movie, don't ask me why, make me depressed. Maybe it's hearing the lo-fi recording of the children's choir singing "Christmas time is here!" in their creepy dirge, and thinking how most of those kids are probably dead now.

Or when I'm stocking shelves in the toy section I look at a toy and imagine the kid who's going to come through, leaning over the side of the shopping cart, arms outstretched, wailing "I want that!!!" Then I see the toy a year from now, faded, dirty, and neglected under the bed.

Christmas lights are slutty. Plus nowadays everyone has those stupid white icicle lights that are in no way aesthetically pleasing, which makes the whole concept that much dumber.

Most Christmas carols remind me of when I was younger, and for some reason that depresses me too.

Probably the only reason I don't rip December off my calendar is the smell of Christmas. That's the only redeeming quality. I love it each year around late fall when I walk outside at night and catch that first whiff of thick, cool, winter air that smells faintly of smoke from some neighbor's chimney. To me, tolerating the Christmas season is worth it.