Dear Editor,
You're tricky. I know you like to keep your readers guessing, but you've got me completely baffled. I thought I had an idea where my life was going, but as of late, I'm not so sure. Let's go further into this thought, shall we?
First off, I'm just not sure if college is my thing. I know, I know. Everyone needs to go to college to get a degree to get a good job and be well off. I've heard that all my life. But honestly, college just isn't for some people. I really don't feel like hearing about how Augustus ruled over Rome or how to closely read the Bible. I'm simply not interested in those. I've thought about dropping out every now and then, but I can't seem to convince myself that it's a good idea. The thought has just passed through my mind a few times, you know? I also thought about finding a trade school to attend. That's the kind of learning I like. I want to learn about things that legitimately interest me. I want to learn how to DO things. I don't want to know random facts that, quite honestly, I will never need again after the final exam. There's just no point in my learning this trivial things. Either way, I can't bring myself to drop out of college. I have it pretty good right now.
Also, I've been having a serious identity crisis lately in a few ways. One way is simply my future career. I love photography, and for the past six or seven months, I've been telling others that I plan to be a professional photographer. I'm even saving up for equipment. However, I occasionally have the thought: "Is this what I want to do for the rest of my life?" And I know, a lot of people have this question at my age. But it bugs me. I'm usually very organized and I like to have a plan ahead of time. I would just like to be certain that I want this enough to do it for my entire life. My interests seem to sway. It's been that way my entire life. I've stepped in and out of interests and phases. I've never had a constant interest for my entire life. It just hasn't worked that way. Until I figure it out, I'm completely in the dark.
Another way my identity has been in peril is in regards to who I am as a person. Ever since last Summer, I've been so confident with myself and who I have been. And due to this confidence, I have been happier, made new friends, and also made some enemies. But recently I have been questioning that aspect of my life. I've never been one for labels, but I feel like one is pretty much necessary for me to have a family, and more importantly, a future. I've been told my friends that it's okay not to know exactly what I am. And I understand that, but I went through years of questioning, not knowing, and then hiding. I don't want to go back to that. It's not a time in my life that I want to return to. I've been trying to move on from this and focus on more important things, like school functions, my job in the summer, academics, etc. But if I'm not comfortable with myself and don't know who I am, then how am I supposed to know anything else? One must know thyself before knowing others. That's probably not a legitimate quote, but I feel like something along those lines needed to be said. Truth of the matter is, I don't know myself, and I can't accomplish anything without knowledge.
So, Editor, if your plan has been to leave your readers in the dark for chapters and chapters at a time, you've succeeded. But I implore you, please add some foreshadowing to your story. Not just some, actually. Heavily foreshadow the climax of your story. Because frankly, I'm tired of guessing games.
Sincerely,
LostnSpac
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Letter from *AnOldFrnd*
Dear Editor,
The past eight months must have been terrible. I mean, you haven't had any letters! I guess I found other ways to make myself feel better temporarily. But that's over with, and it's time to tell you how you're doing with the story of my life once again.
To be honest, you're doing a pretty decent job. Granted, it could be a little more romantic, but it's okay. Things have been quite dramatic though! I don't even know where to begin. Let's just say college is great. I love the people I met and I could not be happier with the way my life is going. Well, that's not entirely true. You know me, I always need a romance in my life. It's ridiculous. But I met three best friends here at Spring Hill College and I love them to death. Want to hear about them? Well, if you insist...
Brian Kampen is the first of these crazy children. I didn't know him until I went to Preview over the summer. But once we actually started school, we instantly became friends. Now, he's like my brother. He moved his bed into my room because his roommate snores obnoxiously. So it's slightly cramped in here, but it's totally worth it. He's actually from New Orleans. It's crazy how my new best friend is from my hometown, but I never met him before. Oh life, you roll me. We're getting our own room next year, which should be awesome. We've already planned out how we're working everything out to make it the ultimate hangout center. We're kind of nerds like that. But hey, we're fun to be around.. right?
The second of these hooligans is Kathryn Burkenstock. She too is from New Orleans. How do I not already know these people? I have no idea. I'm so happy that two of my friends are from New Orleans, though. Greatest coincidence ever. So this chick is hot stuff. Like, I tried to kiss her when I was drinking before we got really close. That's something I'm not so proud of nowadays. We all make mistakes, right? Anyway, she's my drinking buddy and I love her so much. I can't even put it into words. Awesomeness. That's the best I got.
NEXT! Rachel Bach... I didn't meet her until a few weeks into the year. However, our friendship has grown tremendously! Her, Brian, and I play Super Smash Bros. Brawl almost every day. It's incredible. She stayed at my house for Fall Break and she had a blast. She truly got a taste of New Orleans. On the ride back home from the Janus Ball, we were unbelievably slap-happy. We laughed about literally everything. I've never laughed so hard in my life... and I was driving. Double-trouble, eh? We actually dated for like three days around Valentine's Day. We soon realized that we were too good of friends for that. And now things are back to normal. I'm super happy that we were able to go back so easily. I don't know what I would have done if it would have been awkward. :\
So, Editor. I didn't feel like telling you about the past eight months in detail, so I hope this suffices. I basically spend all of my time with these three people. And I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm going to start writing to you again. I hope that's okay... What am I saying? Like you care, you're not even real! :)
Sincerely,
AnOldFrnd
The past eight months must have been terrible. I mean, you haven't had any letters! I guess I found other ways to make myself feel better temporarily. But that's over with, and it's time to tell you how you're doing with the story of my life once again.
To be honest, you're doing a pretty decent job. Granted, it could be a little more romantic, but it's okay. Things have been quite dramatic though! I don't even know where to begin. Let's just say college is great. I love the people I met and I could not be happier with the way my life is going. Well, that's not entirely true. You know me, I always need a romance in my life. It's ridiculous. But I met three best friends here at Spring Hill College and I love them to death. Want to hear about them? Well, if you insist...
Brian Kampen is the first of these crazy children. I didn't know him until I went to Preview over the summer. But once we actually started school, we instantly became friends. Now, he's like my brother. He moved his bed into my room because his roommate snores obnoxiously. So it's slightly cramped in here, but it's totally worth it. He's actually from New Orleans. It's crazy how my new best friend is from my hometown, but I never met him before. Oh life, you roll me. We're getting our own room next year, which should be awesome. We've already planned out how we're working everything out to make it the ultimate hangout center. We're kind of nerds like that. But hey, we're fun to be around.. right?
The second of these hooligans is Kathryn Burkenstock. She too is from New Orleans. How do I not already know these people? I have no idea. I'm so happy that two of my friends are from New Orleans, though. Greatest coincidence ever. So this chick is hot stuff. Like, I tried to kiss her when I was drinking before we got really close. That's something I'm not so proud of nowadays. We all make mistakes, right? Anyway, she's my drinking buddy and I love her so much. I can't even put it into words. Awesomeness. That's the best I got.
NEXT! Rachel Bach... I didn't meet her until a few weeks into the year. However, our friendship has grown tremendously! Her, Brian, and I play Super Smash Bros. Brawl almost every day. It's incredible. She stayed at my house for Fall Break and she had a blast. She truly got a taste of New Orleans. On the ride back home from the Janus Ball, we were unbelievably slap-happy. We laughed about literally everything. I've never laughed so hard in my life... and I was driving. Double-trouble, eh? We actually dated for like three days around Valentine's Day. We soon realized that we were too good of friends for that. And now things are back to normal. I'm super happy that we were able to go back so easily. I don't know what I would have done if it would have been awkward. :\
So, Editor. I didn't feel like telling you about the past eight months in detail, so I hope this suffices. I basically spend all of my time with these three people. And I couldn't ask for anything more. I'm going to start writing to you again. I hope that's okay... What am I saying? Like you care, you're not even real! :)
Sincerely,
AnOldFrnd
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Letter from D!$n&yF@n@t!c
Dear Editor,
Sorry I've been so out of touch lately. Ever since I got back from vacation, I've been so busy with stuff. So I'll try to put my vacation in one blog.
Okay, so let's go back to my birthday first. That was so much fun! My sister and her friends took me out. We met up with my friends at McGuire's. Sat and had a few drinks for about 30 minutes. Then we headed over to Republic. My sister was able to get us in VIP, sweeeeet. Though you aren't supposed to drink there unless you're 21, I had way too many. Then I started taking shots... I DON'T EVEN LIKE SHOTS!! Well, needless to say, I don't remember getting home last night. My sister's friend Clint apparently brought us home. Crazy night, man. But it was a total success!
So we left for Mobile the next day. We left in the evening, so we got there around 10. It was just a stop so we wouldn't have such a long ride to Orlando. Once we got to Orlando, we were in paradise. We ended up staying at the Grand Floridian Resort & Spa for a whole week! We lounged around the hotel a lot and did some Disney stuff that we hadn't done. For instance, we played some putt putt courses in Disney World. They were so cool! I ended up getting the day's high score on one of the courses. I was on fire!
I'm not really going to go into a day-to-day detail about everything. Let's just say it was a fantastic vacation filled with fun birthday surprises including a white chocolate Mickey with a name tag made of chocolate! It was pretty cool. There was only one down side to the whole vacation. After one late night hanging out at other hotels with my brother and my friend Gabby whom we hung out with, we got back to the hotel room and went to sleep. At around 4 in the morning, we wake up hearing spastic movement and groans from Stephen's bed. He was having a seizure. Everyone jumped out of bed rushing to his aid. Mom scrambled around the room searching for the icing while Dad stayed with Stephen supporting his head. Once Mom found the icing, she placed it on his gums, and he began to come out of it. This was the first time I had ever seen him have a seizure (he has had two prior). I can honestly say that it was one of the scariest things I have seen in my life. That obviously excludes horror films, since this was real life. He's on medication now. I honestly worry about that kid..
Anyway, let's talk about something more cheerful, eh? I finally got a job. I began work at Romaguera Photography last Monday. I can honestly say that I love my job. The energy is great and the people are so much fun. I work full time, 9 to 5, which is really tiring. But it's worth it. I'm getting paid a good bit, and I love it.
So, Editor, I'm sorry about this lull. It won't happen again. I'll start writing to you more frequently again. Thanks for everything
Sincerely,
D!$n&yF@n@t!c
Sorry I've been so out of touch lately. Ever since I got back from vacation, I've been so busy with stuff. So I'll try to put my vacation in one blog.
Okay, so let's go back to my birthday first. That was so much fun! My sister and her friends took me out. We met up with my friends at McGuire's. Sat and had a few drinks for about 30 minutes. Then we headed over to Republic. My sister was able to get us in VIP, sweeeeet. Though you aren't supposed to drink there unless you're 21, I had way too many. Then I started taking shots... I DON'T EVEN LIKE SHOTS!! Well, needless to say, I don't remember getting home last night. My sister's friend Clint apparently brought us home. Crazy night, man. But it was a total success!
So we left for Mobile the next day. We left in the evening, so we got there around 10. It was just a stop so we wouldn't have such a long ride to Orlando. Once we got to Orlando, we were in paradise. We ended up staying at the Grand Floridian Resort & Spa for a whole week! We lounged around the hotel a lot and did some Disney stuff that we hadn't done. For instance, we played some putt putt courses in Disney World. They were so cool! I ended up getting the day's high score on one of the courses. I was on fire!
I'm not really going to go into a day-to-day detail about everything. Let's just say it was a fantastic vacation filled with fun birthday surprises including a white chocolate Mickey with a name tag made of chocolate! It was pretty cool. There was only one down side to the whole vacation. After one late night hanging out at other hotels with my brother and my friend Gabby whom we hung out with, we got back to the hotel room and went to sleep. At around 4 in the morning, we wake up hearing spastic movement and groans from Stephen's bed. He was having a seizure. Everyone jumped out of bed rushing to his aid. Mom scrambled around the room searching for the icing while Dad stayed with Stephen supporting his head. Once Mom found the icing, she placed it on his gums, and he began to come out of it. This was the first time I had ever seen him have a seizure (he has had two prior). I can honestly say that it was one of the scariest things I have seen in my life. That obviously excludes horror films, since this was real life. He's on medication now. I honestly worry about that kid..
Anyway, let's talk about something more cheerful, eh? I finally got a job. I began work at Romaguera Photography last Monday. I can honestly say that I love my job. The energy is great and the people are so much fun. I work full time, 9 to 5, which is really tiring. But it's worth it. I'm getting paid a good bit, and I love it.
So, Editor, I'm sorry about this lull. It won't happen again. I'll start writing to you more frequently again. Thanks for everything
Sincerely,
D!$n&yF@n@t!c
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Letter from fckthwrld
Editor, I wish I could just tell you everything that was on my mind right now, but I can't for obvious reasons. I want to just curl up in a ball and cry. I don't understand people. Things could be going on in a person's life that could be so life changing and important to one's future. But no one seems to realize that the slightest push could send somebody off a cliff. (Metaphorically speaking, of course). You post one option on a website that says "Answer Anonymously" and suddenly a normal, kind person turns into this little red bastard with horns. They say they want to help you, but in the end, they know that it only hurts.
I don't know what to do. I'm drowning in my own emotions. I was so headstrong and dedicated to my purpose only two days ago. Suddenly these people think they know everything and can tell me what I'm doing wrong. What they don't know is that I'm handling everything the way I should be. I try to do the right thing. I could be like all the others, running. But I'm not. I'm not afraid of this. I want to be the one person who can be counted on. No one seems to believe that I can do that. Well, just wait.
Oh, Did you know? We still talk. EVERY DAY. We talk about everything. We're so close, but hey, no one cares. If we're not "together", then something must be wrong. So what? The one thing that matters is that we aren't fighting, we are on extremely good terms, and we're going to stick everything out. Fuck everyone else. I'm so sick of you people not believing in me, my friends, or anyone. I'm sick of being taken for a cheap bastard. I know what I need to do. Everyone who thinks I'm doing something wrong, go fuck yourselves. I'm done with you. You don't think I have it hard enough? You think this is easy? God damnit, I'm going through hell. I'm with her every step of the way. I'm not an ass. I have my balls in tact. Don't forget about her though, she's going through hell, too. We look out for each other. It's what FRIENDS and COMPANIONS do. We want the best for each other. So much even, that the other night we were disputing about how to handle it.
Looking out for each other. That's what we're doing. That's how we're going to get through this. And that's how we can ignore all of you ignorant fucks. Goodnight.
Sincerely,
fckthwrld
I don't know what to do. I'm drowning in my own emotions. I was so headstrong and dedicated to my purpose only two days ago. Suddenly these people think they know everything and can tell me what I'm doing wrong. What they don't know is that I'm handling everything the way I should be. I try to do the right thing. I could be like all the others, running. But I'm not. I'm not afraid of this. I want to be the one person who can be counted on. No one seems to believe that I can do that. Well, just wait.
Oh, Did you know? We still talk. EVERY DAY. We talk about everything. We're so close, but hey, no one cares. If we're not "together", then something must be wrong. So what? The one thing that matters is that we aren't fighting, we are on extremely good terms, and we're going to stick everything out. Fuck everyone else. I'm so sick of you people not believing in me, my friends, or anyone. I'm sick of being taken for a cheap bastard. I know what I need to do. Everyone who thinks I'm doing something wrong, go fuck yourselves. I'm done with you. You don't think I have it hard enough? You think this is easy? God damnit, I'm going through hell. I'm with her every step of the way. I'm not an ass. I have my balls in tact. Don't forget about her though, she's going through hell, too. We look out for each other. It's what FRIENDS and COMPANIONS do. We want the best for each other. So much even, that the other night we were disputing about how to handle it.
Looking out for each other. That's what we're doing. That's how we're going to get through this. And that's how we can ignore all of you ignorant fucks. Goodnight.
Sincerely,
fckthwrld
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Letter from FckHm
Good evening, Editor. I'm sorry to disturb you at such a late hour, but I'm a little frazzled. It may be due to the fact that I forgot to take my medicine last night, but regardless, I'm frazzled. Why? Well, simply because somebody known to me as "Dad" is aggravating the hell out of me. This is going to be a ranty letter, so be ready.
Okay, so tonight was the softball scrimmage with the Old Lady Diamonds versus the New Lady Diamonds. It was fun, really. That's not the point, though. Afterward, we went to Applebee's. (It's kind of a tradition.) During that time, Dad decides to randomly pop out and say "Chase, you need to shave." I really don't know why this put me off the edge, but it did. I didn't say anything to him; I simply ignored the comment and went on with my conversation with my mother.
See, it's just this thing with him. He has to point out anything and everything I do wrong. He criticizes my every move. Half of it is being a father and looking out for me, I know that. I really do. But he's an ass about it. for instance, I want to be a teacher. However, my dad doesn't like that idea because he doesn't want me to zero in on one career. He wants me to have options. But really, what the hell is wrong with knowing exactly what you want to do? I don't care that you want me to be a engineer. I don't care about the "potential" I have. I want to be a teacher, so I would appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up and let me live my goddamn life!
It's not only that. If you remember from my last letter, I told you how he "punished" me. I have to be home before dark. SERIOUSLY!? How old am I? Twelve? I'm seventeen years old. Might I add, I will be eighteen in about a week. There's no reason for me to be punished. Sorry, father, but I'm a big boy now. I'm sick of you telling me what to do.
On the way home from Applebee's, I thought out what I would say if I were ever to go off on my dad. It was pretty harsh, what was happening in my head. I'm just honestly sick of him. He's always tried to push me to be who he wants me to be. I don't care what he wants. My life is not about pleasing his sorry ass anymore. I'm done with that. I know what I want to do. He may think I'm like him, but I'm not. I'm an adult now and I am going to do what I want. I'm not him, I'm me. My own person, my own personality. And I have different tastes than he does. What's next? If I buy a shirt he doesn't like, will he tell me not to wear it? Fuck that. I need to stand up for myself and tell him that I'm not taking his shit anymore. I'm sick of bowing down to his needs.
Anyway, sorry about that. I just really needed to rant about that. I'm just so tense right now. Maybe a hot bath? Eh, we'll see. Thank you for just listening Editor. Even though you don't say much, just the fact that you listen makes me feel a whole lot better.
Sincerely,
FckHm
Okay, so tonight was the softball scrimmage with the Old Lady Diamonds versus the New Lady Diamonds. It was fun, really. That's not the point, though. Afterward, we went to Applebee's. (It's kind of a tradition.) During that time, Dad decides to randomly pop out and say "Chase, you need to shave." I really don't know why this put me off the edge, but it did. I didn't say anything to him; I simply ignored the comment and went on with my conversation with my mother.
See, it's just this thing with him. He has to point out anything and everything I do wrong. He criticizes my every move. Half of it is being a father and looking out for me, I know that. I really do. But he's an ass about it. for instance, I want to be a teacher. However, my dad doesn't like that idea because he doesn't want me to zero in on one career. He wants me to have options. But really, what the hell is wrong with knowing exactly what you want to do? I don't care that you want me to be a engineer. I don't care about the "potential" I have. I want to be a teacher, so I would appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up and let me live my goddamn life!
It's not only that. If you remember from my last letter, I told you how he "punished" me. I have to be home before dark. SERIOUSLY!? How old am I? Twelve? I'm seventeen years old. Might I add, I will be eighteen in about a week. There's no reason for me to be punished. Sorry, father, but I'm a big boy now. I'm sick of you telling me what to do.
On the way home from Applebee's, I thought out what I would say if I were ever to go off on my dad. It was pretty harsh, what was happening in my head. I'm just honestly sick of him. He's always tried to push me to be who he wants me to be. I don't care what he wants. My life is not about pleasing his sorry ass anymore. I'm done with that. I know what I want to do. He may think I'm like him, but I'm not. I'm an adult now and I am going to do what I want. I'm not him, I'm me. My own person, my own personality. And I have different tastes than he does. What's next? If I buy a shirt he doesn't like, will he tell me not to wear it? Fuck that. I need to stand up for myself and tell him that I'm not taking his shit anymore. I'm sick of bowing down to his needs.
Anyway, sorry about that. I just really needed to rant about that. I'm just so tense right now. Maybe a hot bath? Eh, we'll see. Thank you for just listening Editor. Even though you don't say much, just the fact that you listen makes me feel a whole lot better.
Sincerely,
FckHm
Monday, May 17, 2010
Letter from rdy2mngl
Hey there, Editor. So this letter isn't going to cover as much ground as usual letters, but it will go into greater detail and ranting. So yesterday was quite an eventful day. First off, I went to Jessica's graduation party. I was like one of the few white people there. But hey, that's New Orleans. The food was fantastic, too! Well the time came during the night for friends and family to say a few words. Well, one of Jessica's little cousins (I think) sang a song for her. She's ten years old. I have never seen so much talent in someone so young. I almost cried. It makes me really happy too see the youth taking advantage of the time they have and investing it in discovering their God given talents.
Anyway, after I left the party, I went to meet up with people at Alexis' house. We all got in two cars and left for the Frat House. This was where the Dominican graduation party was being held. The people at the door were being serious assholes, though. Like, I borrowed Lance's ID to get in, but it had two holes in it. So the guy wasn't sure if he was going to accept it. He just asked me to stand on the side and wait, so I did. Eventually, another guy came over and looked at the ID and was like "This doesn't look like you." So I'm thinking, "Shit, I'm going to have to leave and figure out what the hell my friends are going to do for a ride home." Well, eventually they were just like "Fuck it" and let me in. Thank god!
Once I was in, I really wasn't enjoying myself. I mean, I went to another bar a few days earlier and I really enjoyed myself. But this place was different. It was more crowded and kind of like a dance club. To say the least, it was SO eastbank. For like two hours, I was just standing by my friends while they danced it up. I could literally feel the westbank side of me oozing out of my pores. I felt so out of place. Finally, after a few drinks, I began to loosen up and dance a little. After a few more drinks, I started seriously dancing. The weird part about being at this place, though, is that I saw people that I hadn't seen in years. And not just the fact that I hadn't seen them in a while, but I grew up with these people. It was quite interesting. So when they saw me, they were like "CHAASEE!!" It was pretty funny.
So we stayed at the Frat House for a good 5 hours. I drank probably way too much. OH! I forgot to tell you. My sister showed up there too. Talk about awkward. I feel like she was keeping an eye on me the whole night. But I mean, she was taking care of me in a way. I love her. So anyway, we got back to Alexis' house and kinda chilled there for like 5 minutes. I found out that her new boy, Jonathan, is a type 1 diabetic. I feel like I know the kid now since my brother is a type 1 diabetic. Of course, that's not a legit reason to know someone. Whatever. So I ended up driving home :\ . I got home fine though. Of course my parents were waiting up for me... I'll talk about that in the next paragraph.
Okay, so they were waiting up for me. They were pissed that I got home so late and that I was drinking. They could apparently tell. But really? I'm almost 18 and I'm about to go off to college. It's not like they will be able to control everything I do. They even took away my keys. Umm, I kind of need those. Especially since they want me to get a job and everything. Good luck with that guys. I mean, I know they're trying to look out for me and trying to teach me the dangers of drunk driving. And I really understand that. But the reason I do that is because they make it hard to tell them that I'm drinking in the first place. I don't want them to think poorly of me, but I'm a high school graduate, damnit. I will drink. It's that simple. My sister starting going out to clubs in her sophomore year. It's due time that I have some damn fun. I'm sick of them treating me like a baby. I know I have a lot to learn, but they need to get over that fact that I am a typical teenaged boy. I'm honestly just sick of them.
Oh, and did I mention? I'm single. This time I think it's final. I think the reason we got back together was because it was difficult seeing her everyday without being together. But now that it's summer, I realize that. And I'm ready to be single and try new things. I want to accept myself as being a bisexual male. And I'm done hiding that. I honestly don't care who knows because it's nothing to hide. It's who I am and I'm absolutely proud of it. I'm ready for whatever the world has for me and I will approach it in a positive way. I'm ready. Bring it on, world.
So, Editor. Those last few paragraphs were a bit ranty. But hey, that's kind of my thing. I hope you enjoyed this letter as much as I enjoyed last night. Write you again soon. Thanks for listening.
Sincerely,
rdy2mngl
Anyway, after I left the party, I went to meet up with people at Alexis' house. We all got in two cars and left for the Frat House. This was where the Dominican graduation party was being held. The people at the door were being serious assholes, though. Like, I borrowed Lance's ID to get in, but it had two holes in it. So the guy wasn't sure if he was going to accept it. He just asked me to stand on the side and wait, so I did. Eventually, another guy came over and looked at the ID and was like "This doesn't look like you." So I'm thinking, "Shit, I'm going to have to leave and figure out what the hell my friends are going to do for a ride home." Well, eventually they were just like "Fuck it" and let me in. Thank god!
Once I was in, I really wasn't enjoying myself. I mean, I went to another bar a few days earlier and I really enjoyed myself. But this place was different. It was more crowded and kind of like a dance club. To say the least, it was SO eastbank. For like two hours, I was just standing by my friends while they danced it up. I could literally feel the westbank side of me oozing out of my pores. I felt so out of place. Finally, after a few drinks, I began to loosen up and dance a little. After a few more drinks, I started seriously dancing. The weird part about being at this place, though, is that I saw people that I hadn't seen in years. And not just the fact that I hadn't seen them in a while, but I grew up with these people. It was quite interesting. So when they saw me, they were like "CHAASEE!!" It was pretty funny.
So we stayed at the Frat House for a good 5 hours. I drank probably way too much. OH! I forgot to tell you. My sister showed up there too. Talk about awkward. I feel like she was keeping an eye on me the whole night. But I mean, she was taking care of me in a way. I love her. So anyway, we got back to Alexis' house and kinda chilled there for like 5 minutes. I found out that her new boy, Jonathan, is a type 1 diabetic. I feel like I know the kid now since my brother is a type 1 diabetic. Of course, that's not a legit reason to know someone. Whatever. So I ended up driving home :\ . I got home fine though. Of course my parents were waiting up for me... I'll talk about that in the next paragraph.
Okay, so they were waiting up for me. They were pissed that I got home so late and that I was drinking. They could apparently tell. But really? I'm almost 18 and I'm about to go off to college. It's not like they will be able to control everything I do. They even took away my keys. Umm, I kind of need those. Especially since they want me to get a job and everything. Good luck with that guys. I mean, I know they're trying to look out for me and trying to teach me the dangers of drunk driving. And I really understand that. But the reason I do that is because they make it hard to tell them that I'm drinking in the first place. I don't want them to think poorly of me, but I'm a high school graduate, damnit. I will drink. It's that simple. My sister starting going out to clubs in her sophomore year. It's due time that I have some damn fun. I'm sick of them treating me like a baby. I know I have a lot to learn, but they need to get over that fact that I am a typical teenaged boy. I'm honestly just sick of them.
Oh, and did I mention? I'm single. This time I think it's final. I think the reason we got back together was because it was difficult seeing her everyday without being together. But now that it's summer, I realize that. And I'm ready to be single and try new things. I want to accept myself as being a bisexual male. And I'm done hiding that. I honestly don't care who knows because it's nothing to hide. It's who I am and I'm absolutely proud of it. I'm ready for whatever the world has for me and I will approach it in a positive way. I'm ready. Bring it on, world.
So, Editor. Those last few paragraphs were a bit ranty. But hey, that's kind of my thing. I hope you enjoyed this letter as much as I enjoyed last night. Write you again soon. Thanks for listening.
Sincerely,
rdy2mngl
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Letter from thegraduate
Okay, so it is due time for me to write another letter. Let's update with what happened throughout the week, shall we?
Well, on Monday, I went to work on the yearbook at school, then went to have some coffee with friends. Marissa came in town for a few days and we got to spend a little time with her. It was really fun. I miss that group of friends a lot, actually. So, that night the same group (besides Marissa, who had to catch her flight back to LA) went over to Jesse's to play beer pong. Needless to say, we all got a little messed up. It was so much fun though. Everyone was pretty much being completely stupid. It's what we do.
So Tuesday was pretty uneventful, so I'll skip that. Wednesday, we had our final graduation practice. It took FOREVERRRR. The good part was, once it was over with, we all went over to my house for a swim party!! This was a lot of fun and was a huge success. Once people finished swimming, a few of the guys played a huge game of Brawl. Greatest thing ever. I'm not the only nerd! haha. So once the party was pretty much over, something absolutely amazing happened. MY NEW LAPTOP CAME IN! There was still like 3 people there to help me test it out. Mom and Dad decided to surprise me with the touchscreen feature. I feel like I have my own personal SmartBoard. So we left to go hang out in Timberlane, and the night just went on in a strange manner.
Thursday was the day. Graduation. Woke up at like 12. Left the house at 2. Well, needless to say it was a great ceremony. I ended up winning the "Sedes Sapientiae" Award. Which means "Seat of Wisdom." The greatest part about this award is the fact that it's not a plaque or anything. But it's a watch. Like a nice one, too. I'm excited because now I have something I can use, but it has a story behind it! Anyway, I'm glad to have finally graduated. Though I will miss De La Salle very much, it's time to move on for a while.
Well, that night was supposed to be the fun part of everything. Apparently, Tucks had organized to have a discount for all De La Salle graduates. And since it was Thirsty Thursday, that would have been like $.25 drinks. Well, once we got there, they started pulling out college back up on us. Even though they did it like every fifth person. They were simply being retarded. I give up on people. We tried to go to the Frat, but the line was ridiculous. Then back to Tucks to try again which didn't work. Eventually, we all ended up at McGuire's. I thoroughly enjoyed this, though some people were bitching about the kind of place it was. Which I didn't understand. I mean, we tried two other places and we couldn't get in, so just deal with what we can get. Make the best of what you have instead of lingering on the negative. I was perfectly content with sitting at a bar and having a few drinks. As far as I could see, there was nothing wrong with this place. Some people aggravate the hell out of me, but what can you do?
All in all, I thought the night went pretty well. Could have been better, since we ended up sleeping in my car. But I found it to be a good overall experience.
So, Editor, this concludes my letter. It's not my best work, I'll admit. I'm a little off my game today. But hey, some things just need to be done, eh?
Sincerely,
thegraduate
Well, on Monday, I went to work on the yearbook at school, then went to have some coffee with friends. Marissa came in town for a few days and we got to spend a little time with her. It was really fun. I miss that group of friends a lot, actually. So, that night the same group (besides Marissa, who had to catch her flight back to LA) went over to Jesse's to play beer pong. Needless to say, we all got a little messed up. It was so much fun though. Everyone was pretty much being completely stupid. It's what we do.
So Tuesday was pretty uneventful, so I'll skip that. Wednesday, we had our final graduation practice. It took FOREVERRRR. The good part was, once it was over with, we all went over to my house for a swim party!! This was a lot of fun and was a huge success. Once people finished swimming, a few of the guys played a huge game of Brawl. Greatest thing ever. I'm not the only nerd! haha. So once the party was pretty much over, something absolutely amazing happened. MY NEW LAPTOP CAME IN! There was still like 3 people there to help me test it out. Mom and Dad decided to surprise me with the touchscreen feature. I feel like I have my own personal SmartBoard. So we left to go hang out in Timberlane, and the night just went on in a strange manner.
Thursday was the day. Graduation. Woke up at like 12. Left the house at 2. Well, needless to say it was a great ceremony. I ended up winning the "Sedes Sapientiae" Award. Which means "Seat of Wisdom." The greatest part about this award is the fact that it's not a plaque or anything. But it's a watch. Like a nice one, too. I'm excited because now I have something I can use, but it has a story behind it! Anyway, I'm glad to have finally graduated. Though I will miss De La Salle very much, it's time to move on for a while.
Well, that night was supposed to be the fun part of everything. Apparently, Tucks had organized to have a discount for all De La Salle graduates. And since it was Thirsty Thursday, that would have been like $.25 drinks. Well, once we got there, they started pulling out college back up on us. Even though they did it like every fifth person. They were simply being retarded. I give up on people. We tried to go to the Frat, but the line was ridiculous. Then back to Tucks to try again which didn't work. Eventually, we all ended up at McGuire's. I thoroughly enjoyed this, though some people were bitching about the kind of place it was. Which I didn't understand. I mean, we tried two other places and we couldn't get in, so just deal with what we can get. Make the best of what you have instead of lingering on the negative. I was perfectly content with sitting at a bar and having a few drinks. As far as I could see, there was nothing wrong with this place. Some people aggravate the hell out of me, but what can you do?
All in all, I thought the night went pretty well. Could have been better, since we ended up sleeping in my car. But I found it to be a good overall experience.
So, Editor, this concludes my letter. It's not my best work, I'll admit. I'm a little off my game today. But hey, some things just need to be done, eh?
Sincerely,
thegraduate
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