Things were so much easier when we hung out in my driveway.
There was nothing to argue about. There was nothing to get our hopes down. Sure it wasn't the most exciting moment of our lives but it is a moment that stayed with us. Now it's stress. It's pressure. We had it so easy then, no worries. Things will never be that simple again. Ever.
We were younger. We knew how to live then.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Frame 5
Last night was the last episode of The O.C. I have been watching this show since it began and haven't missed one episode. People make fun of me for watching it now, but when it came out everyone was watching it, and if you weren't you wished you were. It was a great show with a great final episode. I associate watching this show with Alison because every Thursday we knew what our plans would be. We would go to school and wait for 7pm when we could snuggle up on the couch and get into our favorite characters.
Those memories have been since filed away but not forgotten. Along with the show itself. I will forever be in debt to Seth Cohen for making a character I can relate to as far as fashion, musical taste, and relationships. This was the first show to accomplish this for me.
I will never be embarrassed for watching The O.C.
P.S. Also I cried.
Those memories have been since filed away but not forgotten. Along with the show itself. I will forever be in debt to Seth Cohen for making a character I can relate to as far as fashion, musical taste, and relationships. This was the first show to accomplish this for me.
I will never be embarrassed for watching The O.C.
P.S. Also I cried.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Frame 4
Today was gorgeous and I finally finished my book "Love is a Mix Tape" by Rob Sheffield. I could really relate to this book. Well not the part about his wife dying from a pulmonary embolism but most of the other stuff. Don't worry I didn't just ruin the book for you. The book is basically a memoir about how his relationship with his wife was spawned solely of musical taste. Some people might think that this is shallow or stupid but music is a bond that can hold like no other. Needless to say I highly recommend this book. A lot of the music he likes, I don't like at all but it is way beyond the music. Reading about how that went to structure his relationships is amazing.
Ralph Waldo Emerson made a comeback into my life today. I did my first research paper on this essayist in grade school. Today I heard his name in my discussion class for Film 210. Then I heard it outside of class in the halls in a typical overzealous college elitist battle. Then when I was finishing my book Sheffield used a great quote from the book. Which is,
"I grieve that grief can teach me nothing"
Which I think is an amazing quote. Because its true to me and a lot of people around me. So there, now I feel like I served my Ralph Waldo Emerson duty for the day.
Ralph Waldo Emerson made a comeback into my life today. I did my first research paper on this essayist in grade school. Today I heard his name in my discussion class for Film 210. Then I heard it outside of class in the halls in a typical overzealous college elitist battle. Then when I was finishing my book Sheffield used a great quote from the book. Which is,
"I grieve that grief can teach me nothing"
Which I think is an amazing quote. Because its true to me and a lot of people around me. So there, now I feel like I served my Ralph Waldo Emerson duty for the day.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Frame 2
Today I finished a great book called Everyday Matters. It is a memoir of a man who lives in New York and one day his wife is waiting for the subway and slips and falls on the tracks only to be run over by the number 9 subway car as it enters the depot. She is then paralyzed from the waist down. The man then decides to start drawing and becomes an excellent artist. It is a great animated memoir of his observations and how his outlook on life has changed as well as his families. This short book shows the strength of family. No matter what life throws at you, you have to cope with it.
Today I talked to both my mother and my father and they are in different cities tonight but still share the same heart. It was nice to talk to them. Sometimes we fight sometimes we don't, but the one thing you have to remember is that it's family. Somewhere deep down you know through all of the arguments and issues that come up that there is that bond that makes you stronger than anything else can.
I watched Back to the Future parts I, II, and III tonight because it was on television. Then I watched Part II again because I never pay attention to that one for some reason. I have come to realize that there are so many holes in the Back to the Future movies but I cant go into them all in detail. For one, in Part III when Marty travels back to the wild west, would all of his ancestors look like him and his mother? That really does not make any sense. I understand they want them played by the same characters but its completely illogical. If I went back to my great great grandfather, it would probably be some Indian. Part III is starting again so I am going to try to find more holes in it. I will keep you updated.
I am excited about the music I am listening to as of late. I feel my musical taste has really matured and I have entered the "college music phase". I say this because all of my parents and their friends listen to the music they listened to in college now. I can defiantly see that happening to me. Nothing like growing into some alt-country. As my taste progresses in music so does Alison's taste. I think no matter where we are and if we have contact we will always share the same musical taste. This is great. I can tell exactly what type of person someone is just by looking at their playlist. It sounds stupid but I think Alison would agree with me on that point. I have many concerts coming up too. Some she will be at some she wont. I am not used to going to concerts without her and frankly they are never the same when she is not there. So I think tonight I will invite her to the Cold War Kids show thats coming up in Madison.
Well Back to the Future Part III is starting now so I best be on my way.
Today I talked to both my mother and my father and they are in different cities tonight but still share the same heart. It was nice to talk to them. Sometimes we fight sometimes we don't, but the one thing you have to remember is that it's family. Somewhere deep down you know through all of the arguments and issues that come up that there is that bond that makes you stronger than anything else can.
I watched Back to the Future parts I, II, and III tonight because it was on television. Then I watched Part II again because I never pay attention to that one for some reason. I have come to realize that there are so many holes in the Back to the Future movies but I cant go into them all in detail. For one, in Part III when Marty travels back to the wild west, would all of his ancestors look like him and his mother? That really does not make any sense. I understand they want them played by the same characters but its completely illogical. If I went back to my great great grandfather, it would probably be some Indian. Part III is starting again so I am going to try to find more holes in it. I will keep you updated.
I am excited about the music I am listening to as of late. I feel my musical taste has really matured and I have entered the "college music phase". I say this because all of my parents and their friends listen to the music they listened to in college now. I can defiantly see that happening to me. Nothing like growing into some alt-country. As my taste progresses in music so does Alison's taste. I think no matter where we are and if we have contact we will always share the same musical taste. This is great. I can tell exactly what type of person someone is just by looking at their playlist. It sounds stupid but I think Alison would agree with me on that point. I have many concerts coming up too. Some she will be at some she wont. I am not used to going to concerts without her and frankly they are never the same when she is not there. So I think tonight I will invite her to the Cold War Kids show thats coming up in Madison.
Well Back to the Future Part III is starting now so I best be on my way.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Frame 1
Lately I have been so confused. What do people want.
I don't understand happiness one bit. I feel like I could be extremely sick but still be so happy. It always seems like people want something they don't have but once they receive it they take it for granted and want something else. Once they get that thing, it's on to something new.
My father has been sick lately. I try to talk to him everyday but sometimes I can't call him because I am afraid he is going to tell me his test results from the hospital and I will be faced with a truth that I don't want to know. Somehow I feel like avoiding the situation all together solves it. Today he stopped into my work to see me. To see him walking around and smiling made my day. I love this man more than anything. He is my best friend and my number one support system. No matter what happens that will never change.
I don't have any structure what so ever to this whole blog thing and thought I would never make one again. The most difficult thing I think about making a blog is that you know exactly who reads it. So in some ways that alters your entries. This no longer makes it accurate because you are trying to dance around peoples feelings. That's why actual diaries are better because they hold the one thing that a blog cant which is truth. I am not going to tell anyone about this blog and still it will not be riddled with truth because I know someday Alison will find it and read every last entry of it. I guess that's why I am trying to keep my grammar so neat, just for her.
She really is... something. I have never met someone that can make me so angry and so ecstatic at the same time. I have always been somewhat a forgiving person, but with her I am more forgiving than I ever have been. I learn a lot from our experiences bad and good.
Today I was driving home from work and I was thinking about my experiences since high school that have been memorable. Things that can make you smile just by thinking about. I would say that Alison was involved in almost 97% of them. I sometimes wonder if she thinks the same thing. Hanging out with my friends is a blast but my friends have drifted so much since I met them in high school. They are still my best friends but we have different interests we have different opinions. With her we are almost always on the same page. To have someone so similar is amazing. Having a best friend like that has always been one of my dreams. I have made many friends in my new city but none like her, and I will always hold her above my friends here. I won't lie though, the distance between us has damaged us badly. I try to hide it sometimes, I think we try to hide it sometimes. When we talk now I feel our priorities are completely opposite to each others. We used to see each other every day and now we are lucky if we get a few hours every two to three weeks. When we talk though it feels nice, its comfortable. I base a lot of decisions on if it would disappoint her or not, because really I know I would be disappointing myself. She is my conscious. I relax I feel like I can finally tell my thoughts to someone who can relate and agree with me on my recent states. She is my pencil and paper, she is my diary.
I don't understand happiness one bit. I feel like I could be extremely sick but still be so happy. It always seems like people want something they don't have but once they receive it they take it for granted and want something else. Once they get that thing, it's on to something new.
My father has been sick lately. I try to talk to him everyday but sometimes I can't call him because I am afraid he is going to tell me his test results from the hospital and I will be faced with a truth that I don't want to know. Somehow I feel like avoiding the situation all together solves it. Today he stopped into my work to see me. To see him walking around and smiling made my day. I love this man more than anything. He is my best friend and my number one support system. No matter what happens that will never change.
I don't have any structure what so ever to this whole blog thing and thought I would never make one again. The most difficult thing I think about making a blog is that you know exactly who reads it. So in some ways that alters your entries. This no longer makes it accurate because you are trying to dance around peoples feelings. That's why actual diaries are better because they hold the one thing that a blog cant which is truth. I am not going to tell anyone about this blog and still it will not be riddled with truth because I know someday Alison will find it and read every last entry of it. I guess that's why I am trying to keep my grammar so neat, just for her.
She really is... something. I have never met someone that can make me so angry and so ecstatic at the same time. I have always been somewhat a forgiving person, but with her I am more forgiving than I ever have been. I learn a lot from our experiences bad and good.
Today I was driving home from work and I was thinking about my experiences since high school that have been memorable. Things that can make you smile just by thinking about. I would say that Alison was involved in almost 97% of them. I sometimes wonder if she thinks the same thing. Hanging out with my friends is a blast but my friends have drifted so much since I met them in high school. They are still my best friends but we have different interests we have different opinions. With her we are almost always on the same page. To have someone so similar is amazing. Having a best friend like that has always been one of my dreams. I have made many friends in my new city but none like her, and I will always hold her above my friends here. I won't lie though, the distance between us has damaged us badly. I try to hide it sometimes, I think we try to hide it sometimes. When we talk now I feel our priorities are completely opposite to each others. We used to see each other every day and now we are lucky if we get a few hours every two to three weeks. When we talk though it feels nice, its comfortable. I base a lot of decisions on if it would disappoint her or not, because really I know I would be disappointing myself. She is my conscious. I relax I feel like I can finally tell my thoughts to someone who can relate and agree with me on my recent states. She is my pencil and paper, she is my diary.
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