...and here I am. :D!
My god. It's been this long since I posted anything? Looking back at all these blogs, it's really something. That's the only word I can use, what a literate, suave fuck I am. Hot stuff. You know, I think everyone should look at their xangas 'cause everyone I know has facebook now, but used to have xanga when we were all in high school. Try it guys, it's really cool. Your life is so much different than the kid who posted those blogs, I'm telling you. I'm sure this blog could be longer if I post again. Though it's now almost 8 in the morning and my heart is thumping and I haven't slept yet!!
Ben and I hardly talk anymore. Some friendship we had there. Michael Ward is my best friend currently. Where was he all these years? Him and Aleksey, actually. Wow Aleksey. 8 years of knowing each other. That's a real friendship unlike anything I've ever known. Andrew Southworth is a cool guy, too. There is some potential for a future workforce, I think. Him and Adam Brixey. "Tricksey Brixey." Would love to work with some of the people in my class. Some of them have become close friends of mine. Steve and Paul? I don't talk to them anymore. Saw Steve recently, he's doing good. Funny how quick friendships change, don't you think? For that matter, relationships in general. Back with Meghan again. Things are going really great there. Surprisingly great. It scares me. I used to say in my older blogs that I loved all my high school friends and missed them a bunch. Well, it's not so bad meeting new friends. I encourage it. I can't wait to meet more new people with whatever I do as a career.
I also said that I was changing into a different Bryan in college. I am a different Bryan. The man with two faces in the mirror. Only now, at this point in life as I sit here typing this, do I realize why I love "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" so much, and have been fascinated by it since as far back I can remember. It is that duality of humans. No, it is the multiples that make up a human. The complexity we share and don't share. The constant struggle for self-identity. Things like this make me wonder. If I died tomorrow, would anyone really know who I was? Who I was in the blogs below is only someone similar on the inside, the very core of my being. Other than that, alot has changed.
And here I am, 2 quarters and 3 years later. I asked myself in an earlier blog, about the drugs, the crazy parties, the random gunfire in the woods, the loves found and lost, the late nights working my ass off while the roommate was throwing up all over the place... was it worth it?
Yes.
I just looked out my window a few minutes ago. It's 8:16 AM. This morning marks the first fall of snow.