The Blog of Genius

I had to take my keys out of my pocket. They were poking into my theigh.

History lesson:

It occured to me several weeks ago that the move to Columbia, the move to Mizzou, that I will be making in 5 months is the first time in all of my moving about this country that I actually have more than a few weeks notice. The move from Pampa to Mesquite in September of 03 was made in something like six days. I was told one day, we went to Dallas to find an apartment, and we returned to pack and move our stuff down. Counting packing and homehunting, I’d say something like a week. At least, that is how i remember it. I had to quit my job, the job i actually loved, on a weekend. Pampa being a small friendly town, I drove to the manager’s house and sat in her living room and explained how my dad had been living in Dallas (more specifically Garland) for the last few months looking for work and now he had decided that it would be good for the family to be together. She cried and I tried hard not to. Having lived in this town for three years, I had become attached to friends and coworkers. Spending a summer with the Johnsons (Susan, Clayton, and Emily) was the first ‘hanging out with friends’ I had ever had. I went to church the day before we left and said goodbye, but several of my friends were hurried and I couldn’t seem to pin them down and tell them. Funny, it wasn’t the first or last time I left a friend without saying goodbye. I say that, but in fact, it is not funny at all.

The move to Pampa in 2000 was easy. I had plenty of warning, we looked at the town on the net and had a big going away party. Also, I was young and stupid and had little use for friends.

The move from Mesquite to Peoria in October of 03 was semi-painless. It happened a month after the move to Mesquite and I had just begun getting reacquainted with the friends I had left three years before. Again, not much notice was given.

Landing in Peoria, there was the manditory month and a half to two months of solitude. being of the homeschooled variety, I have little oppertunity to make friends outside of a church youth group. Being new in town and still living out of boxes, we refrained from visiting churches for a while, then wasted a few weeks jumping from church to church. Deciding one, I began making friends.

Again, there was the news of a move. This time, there was some warning, but as time passed, the starting date at my dad’s new job was moved forward several times and my friends were given about a three week warning. Again, being old enough to do stuff with the people you know, I had managed to build friendships. This time, I got AIM screen names, and for the most part, all is well. If only some people would actually use their screen name…

That move was in November of 04. I once again had found a job (didn’t love, but tolerated) and had to quit several weeks before the Christmas season. Needless to say, I was not very popular around there after that. I seem to remember at least one tearful coworker, though that may just be in my imagination.

So here it is four months later. I seem to have found a new group of friends and my (lower) education is nearing an end. I can’t help but think that some part of me is keeping a distance between me and them to prevent a hurt later. To complicate matters, one of my friends from Peoria is going to Mizzou. Now, not only am I trying to enjoy these friends while i have them, I’m hoping it would already be August already so that I can do the whole reunited thing and have some breathing room on campus.

That said, my torrent files are coming down really slowly. I have 54% of Shaun of the Dead. If all goes to plan, I should have that to watch tomorrow. Also, I’m trying to get motivated about a few papers I have due and a story I really want to finish but don’t have the energy to type. Any takers on a half finished story? Anybody want to finish it for me? Come on, anybody? You, how about you? Its not hard, I am just in a creative funk right now.

Yesterday, I spent most of the afternoon inserting paragraphs into a “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” text file and putting it in a pdf. Reading up on Hunter S. Thompson, I think I’ve decided to add him to my list of role models. I bought an issue of Rolling Stone yesterday just for the series of articles about his life featured in the March 24 issue. He and Tarintino have my interest for the moment. I also bought a copy of Resevior Dogs this afternoon. So to all of you that say I don’t buy anything, there you go. I would like to add, however, that Tarintino has said before that he is not opposed to filesharing. So ha.

I think I’m going to close my eyes for a few minutes.