The Leaving S..err blog post

Well since I managed to pack away my laptop and computer I'm typing this up from my phone. The wonders of turning your phone sideways and getting a wider keyboard and also the rare occasion I cherish autocorrect. 

So i'll be leaving in the morning, or a few hours and I think this I won't be able to sit down and write. I'm pretty nervous about the whole thing for some reason. I don't know why. I feel a bit older, like this is another time I'm leaving home and I'd like go stay here and near New York City. I don't get why though, all the people I knew have moved on. I was talking to a friend earlier, read receipts are a funny thing. You can finally tell when they've gotten tired of talking to you I guess. 

 

The last day or two has also been uneventful other than back to school shopping and video games, it's nice to get a period of fun rest before it begins again.

Anyways, I'm pretty nervous. I can't wait to see what's next and how my last semester at Rochester will go. One semester away from becoming a tiger and also having a d1 team to be proud of. (Hockey)

Sorry yellowjackets. I don't like wasps and also it's not a good mascot for a swim team...

Next stop, Rochester!

Day 1 - 8/27/2013

So it's my 20th birthday and I figure that I should finally start the thing that I've always wanted to start, a journal. Just a place to record daily, weekly, whenever I update updates in life. I'll try to keep it as up to date as possible. I'll rant to anyone that listens. Anyways, this is the start so here goes...

For a 20th birthday I don't really feel any different. I realize I'm not a teenager anymore (19->20) but I don't think I've been a teenager since a while ago. I didn't have any big idea of celebrating, we had an uneventful family dinner. Not much interesting stuff. I guess that's fine since I didn't have any idea of what I wanted to do for my birthday. I do know what I want to do for my 21st though. A firing range with some friends. Legally being able to drink and shooting guns? That sounds like a fantastic day to me.

A lot of people reached out to say happy birthday. Here are two notable mentions:

• My friend from the Netherlands
• My old stats teacher

The number has decreased though. I think last year and in years past there have been so many more people saying happy birthday to me. I guess being fat, ugly, and sometimes abrasive can damage your popularity. I don't really care about that but a couple people I were hoping to say happy birthday have been no shows. I miss the friends that have gone. I wonder if they remember me? I just want them to show me that they exist or still remember me or something. I try sending them text messages and contacting them but I don't think they care enough to talk to me. Of course they care enough to talk to everyone else, but not to little ol' three chord me. The quality of the people who have said happy birthday have increased though. I got a call from one of my friends. He called last year and it was a wonderful surprise. My friend from the Netherlands wished me happy birthday at 12 AM exactly which surprised me considering he was up at 6 AM and remembered that my birthday came up. Pretty cool. I can't help but feel though that from a lot of other people the birthday wishes don't mean that much. I think it's true and it probably is.

To end, I don't really see the point of a private journal. I really like to air out my laundry or whatever they call it so here I am doing it anonymously. I wonder if I'll look back at this and think about how stupid I am. I'll try to keep it updated though. The publishing thoughts part entertains me.