Twelve months ago, I was sitting in this very same room that I’m in, dreaming about my future. I was excited to have on semester of high school left. I was excited to finally be happy with the way my life was going in that year (fuck you 2009). I had a lot going for me, and a good attitude. I was going to run a train on the last semester of high school.
Two weeks after that I was hoping to pass pre-calc and get a d in French. I was loving English and current issues AP. I was starting to stray away from PMHS. I didn’t spend an hour talking to Mr. Chambers every other day (not including after school discussions). I got to sit in on Teverbaugh’s classes and see what I was getting myself into, in terms of career choices.
I also, for one of the first times, was happy to be alone. I was busy with everything and life was looking up. I snuck into school promotions. Applications? Nope. Don’t need’em. I made terrible videos, and got to have fun doing it. I had the high school life that I felt like I should have (minus getting invited to parties or getting to really spend time with people that cared about me).
I didn’t go to prom. Why? I’m an idiot that’s why. I feel like I should have gone. I might go this year, it just depends. I doubt it. Instead of going to prom, I bought a ’55 Desoto grille. I’m not sorry for that decision. It beats the fuck out of a tux, dinner, and dancing (and possibly sex, doubtful but was possible). I did go to prom, and won a TV and a gift card to DQ, making my night highly profitable. Also met someone that reoccurs later in the year. I’ll touch on that. I’ll never forget that night, it rained like a bastard.
I got to spend time with my buddy Eric, who did a ton of work for me, and I got to learn how to mess with stuff. In May he put quarter panels on my car (and inner wheel lips, and a bunch of other stuff.). I owe him a lot. He’s a very cool dude. I practically lived at his house during weekends.
I graduated high school. Somwhere around then, I started this blog. I didn’t tend to it much, I didn’t feel I had to tell anyone what I felt about anything. I didn’t have anyone photograph me on graduation night. I dunno, it was important of me to not care about it, and in hindsight it wasn’t a big deal. Everyone does it. I should have atleast acted like it was a big deal. I should have cared more about preserving memories. My best friend called me brian aubert, and I got to sit next to one of my favorite people.
I also start riding a motorbike. My graduation gift. I started riding my dad’s fxe. He gave it to me. My dad is the nicest person I’ve met. Anyway, I spent a lot of my summer on my fathers motorbike. I used it as a release. I used it to have fun. I dunno how else I used it, but I did.
I crashed a few open houses and friend’s parties on that bike. I loved going to open houses, I’ll probably crash some this spring. I was really excited to see all of my friends graduate and move on in their lives.
I also spent a lot of time in my car this summer. With its new quarter panels and aggressive new look, I just was profiling a lot. And by profiling, I mean just driving around and having fun. Wearing out expensive tires.
Car season kicked off with beatersville. Its massive. It’s a good time. It rained like a motherfucker. My brother rode his pan, chris on his shovel, and Sam on his Honda. I was in my car and couldn’t see shit, I felt sorry for those guys. I made sure to stay slow so my brother was behind me on the way home. Not that he cared, probably pissed him off. Made me sure that he was still upright and okay.
Bummed at the general lack of coverage of my car at GG indy, not that I really care, just no one appreciated it as much as I did. I doubt anyone ever will.
My summer was really kind of boring, but I got to live.
Later in the summer, I decided to lay my bike down on the cheap side. I didn’t hit the tank or anything, just destroyed the clutch assembly. A lot of money later, I was riding again. Essentially all of my money that summer went to rebuilding my bike.
Oh also, I did this odd, seasonal thing, of falling (what I thought was) in love. Maybe it was just lust. It was probably just lust. I don’t really want to talk about it, but I’ll just glance at it. I met her at after prom. I really met her at a couple of open houses. Anyway, to make a long story short, I felt miserable for a while, then I got a little bit better, now I’m okay.
I took a cathartic trip to Acton with a good friend who I’d later spend a lot of time with. Caleb tucker. Good dude, I owe my life to him.
My best friend moved to florida. That sucked.
I went to kings island on the last week of july. I really had a lot of fun, its when I started to move on from the end of my kind-of-sort-of-relationship. I enjoyed it! I got to become closer with some people that I loved, and learned to love later on in the year (I’m a douche.).
Roller coasters suck, so does being broke all the time.
Brandon walsh’s parties were dope. Always fun. He’s a good dude.
I went to orientation at iupui. My backup. The bane of my existence. My mockery for not being able to afford IU.
I was scared shitless. Soo many people. It felt like high school again, and not in the good way. The Oteam (the orientation squad) was set up like link crew, and I rocked the shit out of link crew, so I knew what was up. They were trying to get us comfortable, and I really wasn’t. I dunno, I didn’t want to be babied. I wanted to be thrown into a pool with sharks, and spoken to honestly. I don’t want that anymore.
I started school shortly after that. It was a weird feeling. I really hate meeting people. I don’t like what they think of me. I didn’t really like anyone in my classes. I later bonded with all of them. School is strange how it works sometimes. I learned the iupui campus well, and I learned to love it for what it was.
I also learned that I can apparently start a conversation with anyone. That’s a skill I’ll use this year, that’s for damn sure.
I made amends with someone who is cool, and should have done so a while ago.
I re-met a couple of kyooot girls (that probably never will read this!).
That is chronologically out of order.
Anyway, fall, or summer-lite rolled around. I was in school, I was in the grind. I didn’t like the grind, I still don’t. I had no free time. This is why I’ve been blogging so much, I’ve had free time.
I got to hang out with, and become friends with grace. Shes a good girl. I sent a lot of good time with her. I hope to continue this.
I changed the way I’ve looked at what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I went to the pileup. I had the best fucking time in the world at the hunnert car. I spray bombed my car, just so it would look okay for the hunert car. I’m a fucking poser wannabe customizer that rattle cans a car, but I don’t fucking care. I had fun. I should have spent time with some cool fucking people (Nick, Tom, Aaron, and the rest of you guys that don’t read this), but instead I spent time with dad, which I hadn’t been able to do.
That was an odd weak. MY starter tore the bendix off itself a week before the pile-up (after I spray bombed my car and wanted to cruise). Anyway, dad and I put the starter from his car, onto my car, then put a leftover starter on dads car. The reason being, dad doesn’t really need a starter, and his was new. I’ll get him back.
Anyway, as I’m loading the car up, and getting air and such, dad calls saying his harmonic separated. Anyway, he wasn’t going. So I sent a few text messages saying dad wasn’t going, and was waiting for him to tell me to pick him up.
He swung home, grabbed a harmonic, and I didn’t see him (I was loading up a car).
Anyway, he changed the harmonic on his car, and bitched at me for not being at the rendezvous point (he forgot to call me) on time.
Anyway, we took 36 there, it was the best drive I’ve ever had. It was beautiful with the changes of the season and everything. It was good time. The crew we were with had some car trouble, but nothing major. Neither dad’s car nor mine had any problems there or back.
My car got some decent exposure, since it was all in one colour. Again, not that it matters.
School was going strong then.
After that there was a lot of nothing. Untill wavves.
I was reading nuvo, and saw that wavves was coming to Bloomington. I was stoked.
I got a picture message of that article from caleb tucker, with the text “we’re going”
the fuck?
It was on.
Saw wavves, I made that post on here. It was one of the best experiences ever. Such a killer show.
Almost saw the thermals, but was too tired. I’m lame.
Anyway, that brings us to here. Essentially. I’ve been trying to talk with one of the kyoot girls that I’ve remet, and don’t know how that’s going. I’m not saying how I feel about anyone anymore.
next semester is starting soon and that’s scary. I was glad to meet and befriend everyone in my classes first semester.
I had a decent December. I think anyway. Chris is back in indy, I’m having some good old times. My car is shaping up. I’m excited for this new year. I really am. I don’t really know what to expect. I’m hoping for a lot of things this year, and if they come true, awesome.
I really think if I stop looking for love, I’ll find it, and that’s what sucks. I like the chase, not that I’m good at it, I just like it.
If I ever amount to anything, it will be because of 2011. I’m really going to try and do things that I want to do, and actually grow some balls. A skill that I’ve never really needed or wanted to need. I’m excited for how my car will look, I really am. I think its going to be tits.
I’m excited for spring, just so I can hopefully share time with someone I care about, and not be shivering outside. And someone I care about is open…ladies…I’m excited to get a new phone. My phone has made me start phonewatch. Its dying. I’m not sad about it, its lasted me a whole two years. Its lived a long, feature phone, life. This phone has seen a lot, and I’ll write about that next blog post. It won’t be THIS long, but close I bet.
In a few words I’ll hit 2000 words. 2000thword. Yeah, I’m sorry this is so long, and it’s the longest thing I’ve written all year. Rightfully so anyway.
If I forgot something that you, or You, want to talk about. I’ll talk about it in private. I never want anyone to think that I think ill of them. I love everyone in my life for some reason.
Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas, and happy new year.
“God bless or get neglected, and I'll see you when the sun sets east. Don't forget me.”
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