it seems like all these long-term couples are breaking up lately. i remember this being somewhat of a trend around this time last year, as well, and feeling a bit threatened by it in turn. i guess people just don’t want to buy their significant others expensive christmas presents, so they have to get out of that somehow. just kidding.

i don’t really like to blog about my own breakup just because i think thomas still checks my blog, but i think it’s fair to my other readers if they know how i’m handling everything lately. all these small tragedies (or victories in some instances, rather) my friends are going through remind me of what a mess i was nearly 10 months ago and how far i’ve come since then. i mean, i’m not completely over my situation; i still get upset and angry over how terribly i was treated and how i let myself become a doormat. i guess these frustrations are only natural, though. i’ve made many mistakes during my time of healing, but i’ve learned from them. that’s all i can take from it, really.

lately, i’m living my life the way i want to with no one to hold me back anymore. it’s a tremendous feeling to have to answer only to yourself. i’ve got all As, i’ve still got my job, i’ve got a tremendously supportive family and lots of amazing friends, i’m watching my weight, and y’know, this is all the best form of happy i’ve felt in a very long time.

i think that the entire continuum album by john mayer effectively sums up a broken relationship and the inevitable tangles that follow post-separation.

stood on the corner for a while
to wait for the wind to blow down on me
hoping it takes with it my old ways
and brings some brand new luck upon me

i’m never really ready
i’m in repair; i’m not together, but i’m getting there

to my newly single friends: it’s going to take a long, long time to heal, but you’re going to be just fine. once you realize how beautiful with mystery your broken plans really are, embrace this time to discover your inner being, and don’t let anyone take it away from you.

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i forgot to mention that payperpost sent me a big green package yesterday for valentine’s day! haha. =) it had lots of different valentine’s day silly stuff in it, including candy hearts. i love those damned candy hearts. thanks a lot, guys. =)

today at work, i spent literally 30 minutes of my time listening to one of those homeschooled kids talk. now, i have nothing against homeschooled kids, but it’s kind of understood that a majority of them end up kind of, well…unsocialized with their peers and end up sounding really nerdy over everything (*kt waits for the angry e-mails from homeschooling moms*). anyways. so this kid today, oh he was so funny. he had to have been MAYBE 7 at the most, and he was talking to 2 other homeschooled kids about all things nerdy.

first, it was the console wars. i kid you not, this kid was literally debating handhelds with another kid…the pros and cons of a PSP vs. a DS. and then the kid went on about how outrageous the prices for DS’s were on ebay…he said something along the lines of, “i saw one going for $150 and it still had a day left and people were still bidding on it. that’s insane! DS’s won’t even cost that much PLUS TAX if you bought them in the store!!!” this kid was even contemplating the wifi range of a DS. he had to have been maybe 7.

oh, my god. and then they talked ANIMAL CROSSING. this totally caught my ears. and guess what? the little bastard was BASHING it! lol. “it sounds so stupid. all you do is just talk to animals. what a stupid game.” i just laughed to myself. animal crossing is probably the best game ever. and i’m still planning to get my animal crossing leaf tattoo one day. so kiss it, kid. ;P

then the kid started talking about how amazing the future will be. he was saying how he had a magazine that talked about what to expect 30 years from now, and he was so excited about what technology the future will hold. “and that magazine was like 2 years old, and look at what we’ve already accomplished!!! i bet we’ll have all this stuff in at most 20 more years!!!”

finally, they discussed coin collections. this kid boasted about how he had coins from universal studios (wtf?) and how he had $1 coins that were “worth 5 bucks by now.”

the funniest thing is…if i were his age, this kid and i would probably be friends. i really had to control myself to not tell this kid that animal crossing is not crap. lol.

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by now, you’ve probably all seen the video of a student being tased (tazed?) at a kerry event at UF:

and don’t forget the video made public earlier this year of the kid being tazed at the UCLA library:

and of course, my friends and i have had a few run-ins with the law during our bored nights in douglas: our adventures with the walmart cop and the night samantha was “racing” the car at the deserted airport and some cop “pulled us over” and chastised us for it.

my question is this to all officers of the law: what the fuck is your problem? you pass a test and somebody gives you a gun and a walkie-talkie and oh, boy, i’m hot shit because i’m an officer of the LAW now, son. YOU DO NOT ARREST PEOPLE IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR DOING SO. TASERS SHOULD BE USED AS A LAST RESORT, NOT JUST A CONVENIENCE.

furthermore, why do you believe you have the right to turn on your light just to go through red lights? why do you get to do u-turns, but i don’t? why can you go 80 on the highway, but if i do, you write me a ticket? stop being such fucktard jerks.

to the fuzz everywhere: your job could be much more respected (as it should be) if you guys didn’t do such stupid fucking shit all the time.

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i’m babysitting the dogs this weekend, so i’m in douglas, at the house, all alone. i remember when my parents used to go off during the weekends and i would have boys spend the night. it’s okay; they were all gay, so it was never a big deal.

i remember during these times, pete always spent the night. we never did anything major; we usually just watched some scary movie, stayed up till 5am, and then fell asleep. this went on from the time we met up until our senior year in high school. i clearly remember one late-night conversation that led to discussion of his dad. i remember his tears, and watching pete go from strong to weak in just seconds. i remember hugging him as he cried and cried. i remember crying with him.

the past couple days have really been pete-ified, if you know what i mean. it’s not that he never leaves my thoughts or anything, it’s just that some days are better than others. the past couple days have been…well, bad ones.

today, though, went from bad to happy. it was interesting.

so i got off work, and i was in the worst mood. to top it all off, i decided i was going to take THE route home. the route where pete’s accident occurred– the route i never travel.  i just decided i needed to do it and get it over with. so i did. and the entire time between pearson and the coffee county line, i sobbed uncontrollably. i went almost apeshit, knowing that any skid marks i saw could have been from his wreck. i even saw some that were in a near circle, and i could’ve sworn that was it. i almost hyperventilated, i swear to god. and in the middle of this all, my ipod starts playing moulin rouge…the music pete and i used to sing to all the time. in mid-sob, i cried out, “pete, PLEASE. PLEASE give me a sign. PLEASE, pete.” and some will classify this as science, and if you do, fine, but quite frankly, i don’t care if you do, because i know what i saw and i know when i saw it. right after i asked for a sign, i got one. it had been cloudy and rainy from pre-pearson on, and at that moment, the clouds parted and the sun shone through. it only lasted maybe a minute or two before it got cloudy again. my sobs went from sadness to sobs of joy. at that very moment, i felt pete had spoken to me. he really had. i knew he was okay, and i knew he could hear me, and all my sadness was lifted.

when i got home tonight, i dug around in old shoeboxes of stuff from high school. i found several letters from pete in there, one of which mentioned how his dad had set up the joseph video, and the sound wasn’t very good until you put it in surround sound. i had JUST been wondering earlier today if there was a recording anywhere of pete as joseph in joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat, and my question had been answered by pete himself in his letter. i’m glad his mom has that. i found my program of it today.

it’s just funny, y’know. all these little things build up and make me feel so much better about everything. i think pete knows how i’m feeling right now, and he just wants me to be happy again. man, i miss him.

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a few years ago, heather, pete, and i took the night off and went over to valdosta to see it (this, of course, was before our VSU lives began). it was probably the day it opened, too, because i remember we were all so excited. i was sad to see that in the end of the movie, the father passed away. i can remember seeing the tears stream down pete’s face and thinking how this was affecting him, and i almost wished right there and then that we hadn’t gone to see that movie just because i didn’t want him to be sad. regardless, we all ended up loving the movie.

heather and i were talking today, and she had a thought that went something like this…”you remember in big fish when the son is telling the father how his story ends? well…i was thinking today about how pete would have wanted it to end, and i decided that his ending would take place on a huge stage in front of all his family and friends. and his final performance would be in the most amazing performance he’d given of all– his life. and he would take a bow, and the curtain would close.”

when they closed the casket on saturday at the funeral, the last thing i saw of the physical form of pete was the top of his head. and i remember watching them close it and thinking it was almost symbolic of pete taking a final bow.

jade said that it’s still unreal for her. it’s still unreal for me, too, although i cry every single day now when i start to remember him. maybe i should just pretend pete went to jupiter instead of antarctica, and that way, if i ever became actually convinced of it, it’s not like i could actually travel there to go find him.

i found this drawing today that pete did for me during class in our senior year. when i got bored, i’d pull out some markers and draw some silly “have a great day” sign. pete did landscapes. he did funny doodles. he would take some sort of writing utensil and turn it into something amazing. he did the following picture entirely with markers. click.

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britt posted this on her blog, and i decided to list mine for nostalgia’s sake. i wouldn’t say these are in any particular order, either. i have way too many just to list 6!

1. alphie! alphie was a robot where you put certain cards in his belly, entered their respective code, and answered the educational questions. i loved it. i remember feeling guilty when i sold him at a yard sale years later.

2. fuzzy. i don’t have a picture of fuzzy, but i should probably take one. my aunt beth gave me a stuffed lamb when i was a baby, and my mother named it “fuzzy.” fuzzy slept with me every night until i was about 13, and he came with me to valdosta at 20 years old. he’s not fuzzy anymore, and a lot of my friends make fun of him because of his loved and worn condition, but he’s still the best stuffed animal ever.

3. dress-up clothes my mother made me. i don’t think i’ve ever really thanked her for this. she used to make me the most amazing costumes for halloween, which in turn became dress-up clothes. i was the best-dressed kid on the block. everyone wanted to play dress-up at my house because i had the coolest shit.

4. barbies. need i say more? this also includes my ariel, belle, and jasmine dolls. i was totally stoked when i got that ariel doll. it’s on video, too: “MAMA, SHE HAS LEGS. LOOK. YOU TAKE OFF THE TAIL, AND SHE’S GOT LEGS!”

5. my NES. oh, man. who DIDN’T love their nintendo? my uncle used to hook me up with games from the pawn shop, and i played them like crazy…t&c surf design and galaga, yeah, son. i remember getting mario 3 for christmas. i played it NONSTOP. i was OBSESSED. it still is probably my favorite game ever. when i got my game boy, i borrowed metroid 2 from my uncle and never gave it back. =/ i played the tiny toon adventures game like crazy, too.

6. fake food and kitchen set. i loved “cooking” for my parents. i even had a pot that had “soup” in it and little boxes of “waffle mix” and stuff. i remember devising this plan that if i ever had a note sent home that my parents were required to sign (a BAD note), i would simply “cook” for them that night and play waitress…even down to submitting a “bill” for them to “pay” and sign. haha. forgery at age 4! i never had to do it, though.

honorable mentions:

littlest pet shops, polly pocket, cherry merry muffin, cupcake dolls, lady lovelylocks, baby dolls, easy bake oven, popples, carebears (i have a replica of the one i had when i was little), lost & found crying stuffed animals (mine was a lamb), the ends of my mama’s old makeup, teddy ruxpin & grubby, &go go my walking pup.

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i love facebook, i really do. without its handy newsfeed, i would never know when random people added new pictures to their profile. thanks to the newsfeed, i have now seen countless photos of christian girls with whom i graduated, adorned in penis sashes and wearing ridiculous fuzzy crowns, getting drunk off their asses on their proclaimed “last night out.”

what IS it with bachelorette parties? if my friends made me a cake that said “bring on the COCK!” or had a bunch of plastic penises strung together as a necklace for me to wear, i would probably die, and i don’t mean of embarrassment, either. i think i would kill them, though, if they spray-painted “bring on the COCK!” on my CAR, though…and yes, that happened to one of these people. the proof’s in the pictures.

i guess since bachelor parties are known for being outrageous and wild, bachelorette parties attempt to do the same with lots of sex-related stuff. i think if thomas had a bachelor party, it would probably consist of a few beers and lots and lots of halo and smash bros. and probably gears. furthermore, if my lady friends wanted to throw me a bachelorette party, i hope like hell it would consist of us all watching chick flicks like steel magnolias and stuffing our faces with endless pints of ben & jerry’s…now THAT’s a party. i’d much prefer that to being adorned in penises and liquor.

i guess these parties would make more sense if you’re a slut ready to have some fun before you’re tied to one person for life, but i’m not, and the people whose pictures i’ve seen aren’t, either. i don’t get it, to be quite honest.

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and that one number was it. note to justin and self: when configuring the linksys wireless for a DSL modem, change the router’s IP to 192.168.2.1

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i’m 20 years old, and i’ve never been to a bar. i’ve never had the desire to do so, really. but tonight i went to charley o’corley’s here in valdosta for kayla’s 21st birthday celebration. kayla (duh), nikki, dalila (i know she spells it differently, and i think it’s something like that), and justin were also there. after three hours of basically sitting around, inhaling second-hand smoke, and watching people drink endless amounts of beer, i have come to one conclusion…

i do not like bars.

the night didn’t get off to a rough start. the “security” guy (i don’t consider someone who’s macking on his girlfriend and drinking a beer and just wearing a ’security’ shirt and a walkie-talkie to be REAL security) was a steroid-infested prick. so dalila, kayla, and nikki pay their way in ($3 for them, $5 for me because i’m not 21. f that!) and got their wristband thingies and beefy got scolded by his boss for letting too many people in at once and suddenly became a total asshole, yelling at all of us to “get the fuck back.” well, there were lots of people behind me and justin, so we can’t exactly just move easily. so he SHOVED me, justin, and the 6 million people behind us out the door. no shit. really, i should’ve fallen on purpose and threatened a lawsuit. ridiculous. so we were left outside and our friends were inside. when they tried to tell beefy what was going on, he refused to give them a refund and said we can’t come in.

so i was thinking…okay, this sounds awesome.

so 20 minutes later, we finally got in the bar. well, i wasn’t planning to drink anyway since i’ve only got 2 months left till i’m legit, so i figured why screw that up now? but i still couldn’t help feeling like a little kid when i didn’t get an armband, although justin and i saw what were probably hundreds of kids who look like they can’t even drive yet holding beers in their hands. so then i saw katherine. katherine, my friend since 2nd grade. katherine, my old buddy, my old pal. katherine, the girl who is younger than i…with an armband, holding a beer. and i was thinking…okay, this is really not cool. and i felt incredibly babyish.

but i got over that feeling soon enough. justin, kayla, and i stood in the middle of a loud room with a band and tons of tables and chairs and, of course, the bar. i could feel myself developing emphysema with every breath i took. we went outside…which was much better, and i felt a lot happier out there too because i had a place to sit.

this was when things got interesting. i talked to katherine for a little while and met some of her friends (only the “hi, nice to meet you” stuff). and then i saw who appeared to be jonathan dolsen. lol. and it really was him, too, i think, because when i asked kayla, katherine, and justin if that was him, they both thought it was. then i saw a very familiar face. and i kind of squinted and stared for a second. and i screamed out…”DAVID.” and david gave me a “wtf” look. and i was like…”DAVID AYCOCK?” and he’s like…”yeah?” and i was like…”omgsh hi!” and then he remembered me. lol. and we chit-chatted for a bit and then he went his way. and then nikki drank some of her “jager bomb” (sounds appetizing, huh?) and puked because it went down the wrong pipe. lovely, nikki. ;) lol.

so then this drunk guy came up to us and started guessing our ages. “19? 22?”/”i’m 20.”/”20! i thought so.” it was pretty funny. another drunk guy came up to us and started talking to us. i told him my name was anastasia:

“OH MAN. LIKE THAT RUSSIAN CHICK.”
“yeah, she was actually my great-great grandmother.”
“YOU LYIN’. YOU LYIN’. NOT UH.”
“yeah, y’know that movie they made? they had to get my family’s permission to make it.”
“NO WAY. why you livin’ HERE in valdosta? girl, you a CELEBRITY. why ain’t you in RUSSIA?”
“we just got tired of all the paparazzi. the climate’s better here, too.”

so he started getting on our nerves, bless his heart, and he was slobbering all over us when he spoke. so kayla told him she had three kids and he finally went away.

at 3am, the bar closed, so we left. on the way out, dalila bought a hot dog from the hot dog guy. now this guy is a genius; he sells hot dogs outside of charley o’corley’s for $3 each because he knows all the drunk people will pay for them. when dalila bought one, he’d upped the price to $5. as you can guess, she was drunk.

going back to the car was scary. i felt like i was walking in the block the george washington carver shopping center at a busy time. but i made it home okay. lol.

after it was over with, and i think that kayla will agree with me (since she did not choose the place in which to spend her 21st birthday celebration) i decided that i would rather have been at a club or somewhere i could dance and have fun instead of at a place where i was initially treated like shit and then ended up paying $5 to sit and breathe in secondhand smoke. after seeing that 99% of the people in the bar were my age group and younger, i quickly figured out the purpose of these places. bars like that are made so 21-year-old college kids can show off their privilege to drink to each other. “look what i can do. look how grown-up i look gobbling down 80 beers.” i’m sorry, kayla, and this is nothing against you, nikki, or dalila, but i really did not enjoy my first bar experience. lol.

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how come EVERYONE who dates or becomes best friends with a mormon always converts to mormonism?

and it’s not just a couple of people, either; i can name at least five people of whom i’m aware have converted (including one who was originally catholic and is now DISOWNED by his FAMILY). can’t mormons just date somebody who ISN’T their same denomination? is it honestly THAT big of a sin? thomas is baptist and i’m presbyterian and i’m not shoving the book of presbyterian in his face (there’s not a book of presbyterian, by the way, it was just a hypothetical statement).

and how come every “dormant” mormon decides to become suddenly religious and go on a mission?

don’t get me wrong, i don’t have a problem with mormons. i’ve just been noticing a lot of things with the church lately and i’m starting to feel like it’s a cult, especially with everyone converting to mormonism because of their significant other or best friend. maybe i should call jenny and ask her about all of this…she’ll understand why i question these things, and she’s a mormon. it’s all just weird to me.

(STILL, nothing is creepier than scientology.)

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so i was browsing youtube and i found this video. i’d heard somewhere that nickelodeon was shutting down nickelodeon studios in orlando, but i didn’t realize just how tragic that was until i watched this video. really. look at that big cement hole where the slime geyser was…that right there is enough to make any old school nickelodeon lover cry.

Nickelodeon Studios was an attraction at Universal Orlando that opened up in June of 1990, and housed production for many Nickelodeon programs. It closed down on April 30, 2005, after all of Nickelodeon’s production had re-located to Burbank, California. The Slime Geyser was removed from the front of the facility in May of 2005, and the trademark Nickelodeon sign was removed in January 2006. -from www.answers.com

it’s like a death or something, y’know? it’s like they want to pretend it was never there or something. i always wanted to get slimed (useless trivia i read in nickelodeon magazine when i was like, 7: one of the main ingredients in slime was baby shampoo). but what kid didn’t?

at the end of the video, they show the nickelodeon time capsure, which isn’t to be open until april 30, 2042. the crazy thing is that i REMEMBER this being a big issue on nickelodeon. i remember watching the episode all about it, and thinking of how cool that was. i want them to open that effing time capsule right now…hell, we need this.

another bit of trivia learned from wikipedia: dominic lucero, from season 1 of nickelodeon’s roundhouse, was diagnosed with lymphoma mid-season and died in 1994.

nickelodeon just gets sadder and sadder. =/ i think i’m going to make a slime cake in memory of how things used to be.

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i’m sorry if i’m dragging this out, y’all, i really am…but this is my way of grieving.

i heard the door slam about 8 this morning, and i knew my daddy was taking whisper to the vet. i refused to leave my room just in case he hadn’t taken whisper yet, just because i didn’t want to see him. i knew i’d get upset. well, i called daddy around 8:30 to see if he’d dropped whisper off yet, and i could tell he was crying. my daddy’s not a crying person, so that might tell you something. so of course, i start bawling, and i call my grandma and sob to her. and i sob for about an hour, and now i’m numb again. i don’t know. maybe i’m finally at peace with this? god, i hope so.

i uploaded these pictures just now, and i get a little teary-eyed looking at them. he was my baby. i know this is for the best, but it’s very hard. i never thought i would have to do this. for years, i foolishly just figured that whisper would always be here, and when he did die, it would be long way away. there will never be another cat like whisper, and no matter what other kitties come along, whisper will always, ALWAYS hold a special place in my heart.

whisper
sept. 1991 - june 2006

you will always be my favorite kitty cat. always.

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i remember the day i got him. it was near christmas in 1991, and i was at my grandma’s house, waiting with my parents for my grandma to get off work. we lived in tallahassee at the time, so trips to douglas were not an everyday thing. my mom was on one of her smoking patterns again (she would smoke for a few years and quit every now and then). she asked my father to go out to the car to get her a pack of cigarettes. i was totally oblivious to the fact that something might happen within the next few minutes that would forever change my life.

my daddy came back in and said, “catie, look what i found outside!” he brought in a small kitten with a red bow tied around its neck. he was black with grey markings and had long hair and green eyes. he was absolutely adorable. “oh!!!!” i exclaimed as daddy put the kitten in my lap. even though it had a tell-tale red bow around its neck, i anxiously asked daddy if we could keep him, and he laughed and said that this was my christmas present. i was terribly excited, and had no idea what to name him. finally, my mother told me that my aunt beth had suggested that we name him “whisper” because he had such a quiet meow and you could barely hear him purr. whisper it was, and he was all mine.

since then, my cat has moved with us from our house on bradford court in tallahassee to my grandma’s house and to our house in which we currently reside. i used to torment this cat when i was little…i took great joy in frightening him and carrying him around in my skirt and proclaiming him to be my baby. throughout the years, he has aged and grown more and more mellow and less skittish. within the past year, his health has grown increasingly worse. he was diagnosed about a year ago with feline chronic renal failure, or kidney failure. pill after pill, nothing has helped. we have debated the subject of putting him to sleep for the past few months, and finally today, the decision was made. as much as it hurts our hearts, it is whisper’s time. daddy is going to take him to the vet tomorrow morning to have him put down. i’m not going with him just because i know it will be tremendously hard for me, and my mom can’t go with him because she’s teaching summer school. daddy will drop him off at the vet, and whisper will drop off into a deep slumber, never waking up.

whisper keeps coming into my room to lay down, and he can stay in here as long as he likes. he’s my cat, and tonight is the last night he will be with us. tomorrow morning, i lose a long-time member of my family. he is the greatest cat ever…incredibly sweet, amazingly mellow, and very loving.

this is his last night, so here are some

he has gotten incredibly skinny.

he likes to stay in here with me.

when i came home from the hospital, he was very happy to see me, and i know this because as soon as i got home, he came in my room and stayed right here with me for a long time.

he doesn’t like to look at the camera.

but he’s been pretty photogenic through the years.

mama, me, and whisper.

daddy and whisper. i love hearing my daddy call for the cat…”WEE-spur. come here, kee-kee-kee,” in his southern twang.

whisper and tiger boy. they’re best friends, although you can’t really tell it in this picture. =P

he came back into my room after i took him out to take all those pictures.

he made himself at home on top of a notebook on the floor.

and if that’s where he wants to stay, that’s where he’ll stay.

i know this is a lot of the same picture, but i just can’t stop taking pictures of him.

i can tell that he’s hurting, but he’s happy right now. he’s still sitting in this same spot as i type.

i am going to miss my cat very, very much.

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i just found bart’s obituary online, and i sent this to his family:

I have never in my life met a more amazing person than Bart. He never let anything get him down…he just thanked God for his blessings and went on with his day. He was the definition of unconditional love. He never, ever discriminated against anyone or judged anybody for their wrongs. Although he was my pastor at the Presbyterian Church in Douglas, Bart was like a grandfather to me. While I am saddened by the loss of him in my life, I know that he is at peace now, finally getting to walk with God. He can see again, and he is free from all pain he’d experienced within recent months. I will miss Bart greatly.

here is bart’s obituary. i don’t know if i’ll be able to go to the funeral or not, but i probably won’t. i wish i could go.

“’twas blind, but now i see.” you can see, now, bart, and i know you’re up there boogey-ing. i’m really going to miss you, old man.

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my very first class at sgc was in dr. reiman’s room- i believe that’s collins 224- for POLS 1101. i remember walking in and recognizing a few faces from high school, but i didn’t know 98% of the people. i didn’t really care, though. i felt sort of out-of-place as a joint-enrollment student. i was a senior in high school, and i felt like the baby of the group. i took my seat in the 3rd row back and waited for class to begin. i’d heard reiman was really tough, so i was prepared for the worst.

a geeky man walked in wearing glasses, dress slacks, a nice shirt, and a tie. i figured he was somebody who worked at the college, but i don’t know what i’d expected of reiman…someone old and angry and ugly and terrifying. either way, that was him. he was my first professor in college, and although his class was incredibly boring (minus his dorky phrases ["voltaire was hil-AR-ious!"/"lobbyists are a congressman's best friend. congressmen open the door for lobbyists. *reiman walks to door, opens it up, and says to the air..* lobbyist, come on in."]), it wasn’t nearly as bad as i’d thought it would be. i had to work for my A in there, but i studied hard and i got it.

my other two classes as a joint-enrollment student were english 1101 with whitley (a night class which i later dropped because she was a crazy bitch who didn’t know jack about her subject area), and spanish 1001 with briceño. ahhh, sra. briceño and i have been through a lot. three whole classes and a lot of destinos episodes later, we still get along great…even if i slacked everytime, she says she still likes me. i know this because i asked her the other day.

i think my favorite class at sgc was my intro to social problems class last semester. even though i made a B in there, i absolutely loved it. it was right up my alley…all the arguing and debates and discussions…wow. i really miss dr. steverson. he was probably my favorite professor. i LOVED dr. perkins. he was so wonderful. if i had taken biology 1107 and 1108 with anyone other than him, i more than likely would have had a C or worse. and his attitude was just great: “alright, y’all, i’m tired. let’s get out of here; i want to go watch american idol. if y’all get trashed this weekend and you need a ride, just call me. i’m serious.” i loved tanner as well…i really enjoyed my psychology class. it definitely wasn’t one of the easier ones, but i really liked it just the same.

i remember the very first gay-straight alliance meeting…the first organized one, at least. i remember signing the petition to have it formed, and i remember the ever-famous student government meeting where it was the liberals vs. the religious right…we wanted our GSA, and by god, we got it.

field day! omg, field day was LOADS of fun, and it was so successful. i think it helped give the GSA a pretty good name, too. at least people quit picking on us as the “fag club” so much. either way, field day was awesome. i’m just sorry i had to leave in the middle of it for work. justin had his own little radio show going on, and miguel did his one-two step. wow, that was the greatest day.

the haunted house was a lot of fun. i remember that vividly. of course, i didn’t really do anything to help create it…it was mostly jake’s thing. that was his baby. they killed that idea off this year, and i’m sorry they did, because those nights at the haunted house were incredibly fun.

speaking of jake, he and i used to spend every friday together. we’d get out of perkins’ biology class and we’d go get some food. then we’d go to the dollar store, or the pet store, or an antique store. we usually went to the places that otherwise wouldn’t be open at night. then we’d go watch a movie or dick around. it was a lot of fun.

and this year…oh lord, the controversy caused by my fat girl article in the school newspaper. those green flyers all around school that discussed discrimination on campus (who on earth did that again?). the hours spent in jean’s office. the days i spent trying to teach jeff how to write an essay and wondering why on earth he was in college to begin with. dancing around to RENT in the newspaper office. our athens trips.

god almighty, 2 years have flown by. it seems like just yesterday, i was graduating high school. in two days, i’ll graduate with an associate’s degree in political science.

sgc really isn’t a bad school. everybody says it’s a rinky-dink junior college, and i’ll admit that while it might not provide the most fun activities (which i think is very much due to its boring location on the map), i really have had some good times. you’ve just got to know where to find them. join some clubs, make some friends, and go out and have fun with it all.

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