Life intervened
And no one knew if it was good.
Hi, yes I'm alive. As surprising as that may seem. The cop out reason for my silence is "DUDE, I've been so busy!" The real answer? Yeah I got grounded again. Also I had an emotional meltdown, had to shave my stupendously gorgeous beard, spent a night as a hobo, started the new Hobo party, which had to merge with the Emo boys even in its infant stages, ran many miles, became friends with Mario; (my Spanish prof) even if he fails me we're still buddies, told Tkacik (my Poli Sci prof) that hobos matter too, was almost killed by Branden and Paul playing the drums WAY too loud WAY too near my head, had pillow fights in the night, saw the ferocious White Rhinos snorting in the underbrush, was first filmed in the wild ("This is a cameo appearance, the first time Evan has been filmed in his natural hibitat, THE WILD!"-Nick) rejoiced with Caleb at his Eagle Court of Honor ("I was gonna shave in celebration of my best friend's Eagle ceremony, but I took a nap instead"~ME). Also, I learned from Yossarian (the main character in Catch 22) that people were trying to kill me, and that huge Dodge pick up that roared by within an inch of my toes at very high speeds while I was spending a little quality time as a hobo, definetly proved Yossarian right. HEB told me (for the fifth straight week) that they will surely give me a job next week, and E Tech has decided that maybe they'll give me an interview after all, even though they sent me TWO refusal letters the last time I applied. My Eagle project is very much underway, and I hope to have all my reqs for Eagle (other then my board) done by the end of the month. I've been kind of crazy last couple a months AND have had troubles with my new email addy, so if I haven't spoken to you in a while, either my email censored you, my sister decided I didn't deserve to talk to you on the phone, or I just went manic and forgot about the world. So, if you want to talk to me, do so, and I will reply with great joy and expediance.
Oh yeah, we have a dog now. I never wanted that dog, I really didn't. I rebelled against that dog, and this very morning SKIPPER leaped upon my leg with muddy feet and I went to Church with nasty red streaks from my knee down on my right leg. I am very deeply disgusted. Very deeply. I have thought up much poetry in the last couple of months, but I haven't had the concentration to write it down, I have written about four songs, but they're mainly shouting, lots of drums and loud electric guitar type songs, all about pain and tumult and chaos in my head. I will be in touch throughout the next week,
DON'T
GO
AWAY
taTa
Hi, yes I'm alive. As surprising as that may seem. The cop out reason for my silence is "DUDE, I've been so busy!" The real answer? Yeah I got grounded again. Also I had an emotional meltdown, had to shave my stupendously gorgeous beard, spent a night as a hobo, started the new Hobo party, which had to merge with the Emo boys even in its infant stages, ran many miles, became friends with Mario; (my Spanish prof) even if he fails me we're still buddies, told Tkacik (my Poli Sci prof) that hobos matter too, was almost killed by Branden and Paul playing the drums WAY too loud WAY too near my head, had pillow fights in the night, saw the ferocious White Rhinos snorting in the underbrush, was first filmed in the wild ("This is a cameo appearance, the first time Evan has been filmed in his natural hibitat, THE WILD!"-Nick) rejoiced with Caleb at his Eagle Court of Honor ("I was gonna shave in celebration of my best friend's Eagle ceremony, but I took a nap instead"~ME). Also, I learned from Yossarian (the main character in Catch 22) that people were trying to kill me, and that huge Dodge pick up that roared by within an inch of my toes at very high speeds while I was spending a little quality time as a hobo, definetly proved Yossarian right. HEB told me (for the fifth straight week) that they will surely give me a job next week, and E Tech has decided that maybe they'll give me an interview after all, even though they sent me TWO refusal letters the last time I applied. My Eagle project is very much underway, and I hope to have all my reqs for Eagle (other then my board) done by the end of the month. I've been kind of crazy last couple a months AND have had troubles with my new email addy, so if I haven't spoken to you in a while, either my email censored you, my sister decided I didn't deserve to talk to you on the phone, or I just went manic and forgot about the world. So, if you want to talk to me, do so, and I will reply with great joy and expediance.
Oh yeah, we have a dog now. I never wanted that dog, I really didn't. I rebelled against that dog, and this very morning SKIPPER leaped upon my leg with muddy feet and I went to Church with nasty red streaks from my knee down on my right leg. I am very deeply disgusted. Very deeply. I have thought up much poetry in the last couple of months, but I haven't had the concentration to write it down, I have written about four songs, but they're mainly shouting, lots of drums and loud electric guitar type songs, all about pain and tumult and chaos in my head. I will be in touch throughout the next week,
DON'T
GO
AWAY
taTa
posted by Feanor at 12:49 PM
4 Comments:
Cada, I fear you stress our need for this sporadic poster more than is necessary....
jk. FINALLY!!!!!
How do you pronounce "Tkacik?"
~JCP
Kay-sick
Oh and I'm gettin an interview at E Tech dis afternoon, so here's me thumbin my nose at HEB.
I think you look much better clean-shaven, anyway.
Catch-22 was too disgusting to read. Three chapters and it seemed to be a junior high stream of consciousness. On a higher level, though, the rest of the world is crazy, thinking that we are all fine. We who know that there is truth and good and evil are the sane ones, even though we are seen as insane by the rest of the world.
Welcome back to life! Stay a long time.
Ha, the take a nap instead quote is the best!! __random AMY
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