Homecoming

I'm going to Disney World this weekend. I think Disney (or a vacation, in general) can certainly lift anyones' spirits mainly because it's "the happiest place on Earth," right? When I went home this week, I spent a lot of time with old friends I haven't seen in a long time. All, of which, did not go to my high school. Which brings me to another pondering: Does anyone still hang out with their circle of friends from high school? Give or take those groups of people that went from high school to attending college with each other, I feel like I've broken away from those people I considered my closest friends. And I'm totally cool with that. But I began looking through scrapbooks, our Senior trip to Disney World in particular, and started feeling a sense of deja vu.

It dawned on me when a friend(?) from high school recently wrote on my Facebook wall. I honestly could not remember who this chick was, what classes we shared, or if I was even close to her at all. Looking at her pictures, it still did nothing for me. I sound like I graduated like 20 years ago, how sad. And it's true when they say that in high school, you're forced to be around all of these people. It's not until college, when you're focusing on what you want to do for the rest of your life, that you meet the people who will be your true friends. But that's so depressing. I have kept a good number of my friends from way back when, but I have absolutely nothing in common with them. I was the only one in my class to attend Columbus State, so in many ways, it was like starting over. It was awesome! And please don't think I'm writing any sort of sob story, after going home I'm feeling a little nostalgic.

However, I'm going to quickly turn this around and make it into a brief sob story after what just happened to me. I took a break from typing this blog to go to the kitchen and get some cookies. I think I might just pull an all-nighter. It's currently 4:24AM and I have to get up in 2 hours to get ready to go to Florida, so I might as well dose up on some sugar. I put some cookies on a paper towel and as I was eating them very carefully because I just vacuumed and it's no fun picking up crumbs off of carpet. (Heh.) When I was finished, I carefully picked up the paper towel without dropping any cookie crumbs and carried it to the kitchen trashcan. But halfway there, I ran into a wall (it was dark!) and crumbs went everywhere. I'm so sad. Now I'll have to re-vacuum, because I don't want to find a butt-load of ants in my apartment when I get back. This concludes my not-so-sob story.

To be honest, it's taken me a while to write another blog because I've been in a sort of writer's block. Nothing really interesting has happened to me, lately. Obviously...I just wrote about dropping crumbs in my apartment. That's the best I can do. And when I can't get my ideas or thoughts together, they gets rather forced and preachy; so, for that, I apologize. But this picture is one from last summer. It's of us at a karaoke bar in Orlando with our friend, Charity! (She's Elphaba in Wicked: Japan) And thinking about her and all of the other folks from our old community theatre brings back so many more fond memories...


Love,
Jonathan