One good and random memory that is. No, I don't actually believe that. Honestly, I have many good and random memories. They keep me from flipping on out a regular basis. God, I'm still full from the Rally's I ate at like...4pm. It's 11 something now and I'm so full I can't stand myself. I ate like half a large order of fries, 2 cheese double cheeseburgers, an apple pie, and a smothered triple cheeseburger. And I had a large Sprite for a drink. Yeah I know it's a lot but today was 69 cent cheeseburger day and I saw a lot of things on the menu that I haven't eaten before. I wanted to try something new since I'm generally a routine type of person. That's not even listing off everything I ordered. I actually ordered more than what I typed I just ended up giving it away because mom and Bre wanted something. I don't know if any of you like Rally's but they have some of the best fries I have ever eaten in my life. Absolutely delicious. Anyway, as per usual, I've been seeing lots of movies out the wazoo, shopping like I have to tomorrow, spending time with friends and my girlfriend and just trying to keep things straight within my own mind.
Some things have happened as of lately that I regretably haven't mentioned. Earlier this year I spent a week with my buddy Ryan out in Colorado....Denver to be more specific. Due to the things that have happened as of lately that have kept me in nearly a constant state of depression I haven't posted this.
I spent forever and a day just dealing with crap trying to get my ticket and taking off for vacation. After working arduously to get hold of a plane ticket my goal was finally achieved and I was well on my way to begin the longest journey of my life thus far with no family to rely upon so to speak. I was going on 3 different planes to reach my final destination completely alone (in body but not in spirit) in Denver Colorado. Friday, I spent the day sleeping which I had so desperately needed, when I awoke I began washing clothes and sorting items and packing my things (but not before watching The Notebook – doggone movie). After I'd finished my shower, I printed off all my information and bolted out the door to make my way to the airport. Unfortunately, I forgot my medication so I just went without it so now I have to work extra hard to pick up the slack that I brought upon myself. I'm on a mission to completely change my physical form after all. I was at the airport completely ignorant of the newly created functions as of September of 2001. I skimmed over them and hoped that would be enough. Thankfully, they were. I had my tickets to my several different destinations, I dropped off my bag (which I wasn't expecting and had faith that it would end up where it was supposed to) and made my way to the security station. I readied myself for the adventure I was to embark and embraced my mother and sister for what I thought would be the last time for a week. They got overly emotional (cried like some punks) and began hugging and kissing me as if it were the last time they'd see me again. My typical response? “Stop crying! Geez, it's only a week. Cut that crap out I'll be alright, man, dang!”
After said our goodbyes I put the remainder of my belongings in a tray and passed through a machine that blew air on me and x-rayed my things and possibly myself as well and made my way to my gate. I came to find that there was no line and they weren't even boarding so I had something along the lines of an hour or hour and a half to spend by myself. I was like screw that and went back through the security station and spent time with the family. I waited until nearly the last possible moment to board but not before stopping off in the gift shop and buying Memoirs of a Geisha (which means “artist” - and all this time I thought it meant "high class prostitute” which apparently isn't uncommon as they appear to be distant cousins of sort. Both female “entertainers” but the prostitutes dress up as geisha whereas the geisha sell their talents not their bodies...or at least that's supposed to be the case). I needed something to read on the plane and this looked entertaining enough so I bought it. I hopped on the plane and flew while talking to someone who was apparently newly married and just given birth to a bouncing, adorable, sweet baby boy. Cooing and laughing and smiling and trying to hold my hand or some article of clothing. It made me want to start working on a family of my own but then I snapped back to reality, punched myself in the face for even letting that cross my mind (psh, progeny. Gimmie a break), and enjoyed my trip until I lost consciousness. It would seem that flight pressure within the atmosphere as well as the aircraft will sedate me like shooting an elephant with a freaking army of blow darts. One minute I'm awake talking to the mother of this child and playing with the child and reading my book the next I'm dizzy, quickly developing a headache, and I'm blinking and then I'm awake again. I have no idea what happened, how that happened, or why..but I woke up. Started talking and playing and reading again and readied myself for the landing shortly thereafter.
As soon as the planes wheels touched the runway I was turning my cellphone back on and calling family. Grandma first, since she freaks out like none other. Seriously, probably the biggest worrywart in my entire family on both sides and it's not like she's the only one that's worried after talking with her she'll make you worried which is ridiculous in and of itself and will continue to talk until your phone dies or you fall asleep and it's difficult to get a word in edgewise but I digress...then I called my mom and sister. They were overjoyed (I guess) and I gave them a few details and made my way off the plane in one of my destinations – Charlotte, North Carolina. I felt somewhat at ease there for the little bit of time that I was there. Everyone seemed friendly and whatnot even though I was talking to my family while moving through that beast of an airport. Literally, from one end to the other, I was a man on a mission but people still smiled at me in passing. I don't know if any of you that read this thing have seen me when I look serious or what have you but apparently I don't look friendly. It's not something that I really wish to change but that's another story for another time.
I found my gate for the next destination and I was on my way. Next stop Phoenix, Arizona. When I was on the plane I had thought a certain few people would've known I would be in the area for a few hours so I was hoping that I could meet up with some people but I should have known better. It's just as well its not like we would've been able to do much anyway for fear that I would miss the next flight. I sent out some text messages to everyone and made calls letting them know where I was with each stop and where I was heading and so on. So I just talked to Ryan, Celeste, my grandma, and my mother and let them know I was in Phoenix. While I was there I bought a philly cheesesteak sandwich and just sat there waiting for my flight for like 2 hours. I hopped on my plane and I was seated in the very back of the plane which was both uncomfortable and yet much needed. After fading in and out of involuntary sleep I finally arrived in Denver Colorado. I hopped off the plane and called home and my grandma then I called Ryan and let him know I was there.
From there I walked around trying to find my way through that massive airport. When I went through the halls and the shuttle train I went up the escalator where I finally found Ryan at the top. From there we were on a hunt for my things. We walked from station to station and baggage claim to baggage claim until finally I found the right place we were supposed to be at and my things were inside the office. After getting my things we stopped at a Burger King and went outside and hopped on the bus.
----more when I return from work. Don't have time to post this, don't have time to watch my anime...look for the edit----
Ok to continue where I left off, after we hopped on the bus I looked at the city as we drove through the downtown area. Looking around at it all I noticed things looked a lot like Indianapolis with the exception of things looking a lot more population friendly and cleaner. There were street performers all over the place, music and lights, the people were friendly, and things were really nice looking...definitely well designed. From there I hung out with Ryan and Celeste a bit and went to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning, I smiled. Everything was nice. Waking up felt good, being with Ryan and Celeste felt good, looking out my window seeing the beautiful city and the mountains felt good. Everything was great. Every morning waking up felt good. Ryan left early in the morning to go to work and we walked with him. Once we went out to breakfast, toured the city, took in the atmosphere, and took some pictures. From there throughout the rest of the trip it was all sight-seeing, long walks, talking, bar hopping, movie watching, wrestling around, more crazy pictures, interesting experiences, and just all of the above peace and happiness. And yet, while I was out I couldn't help but miss what was awaiting me back home and at the same time I dreaded it. I missed certain people that are no longer with me and and everything felt lost for a moment but all was still peachy somehow.
These past few weeks have been extremely peaceful and happy as I've spent some much needed time with a dear friend of mine - John. Since he moved to Alaska to be with Nikki I haven't spoken to him as much, definitely haven't seen him as much or gotten to opportunity to hang like we used to. It just felt good being around him again and knowing that he was alright. I'm glad I got to put some things together for him. I'm glad we got to play games and talk and just chill like we used to. That was nice.
I guess this is as good as this entry is going to get. I'm just glad I got it out there.