Let’s see, I think today is Tuesday. That means I have work tomorrow at 9 in the morning and at 2:45 in the afternon… Yay! Not really… Either way, It will be fun and perhaps make a little bit of money. Also have church tomorrow night, should be fun as well because Sabbath Day Live will be presented, and from what I saw of it already, it looks very very funny.
But enough about tomorrows future, let’s write about today. Oh wait, by talking about tomorrow I talked about today. I woke up, went to work, came home. Nothing to big there. The first meeting of computer club went ok and all that so yeah… Let’s talk about the past…
Over the last hour and a half, I have been surfing my mp3s because I’m not really in the mood to do anything before BMW. I have this slight motivation to code for the SMRC and stuff, but really I just want to enjoy the music.
What I’m finding though is that a long of these songs have memories attached to them. Like my first MP3. Brick – Ben Folds Five. The feelings of Junior High bringing me down. We could move on to Jumper and What it’s like. I remember sitting in Sunday school with Christian talking about life and thinking that Jumper was my song. Very bad feeling, but overall a good memory. I can remember him harrassing Wasko about his big puffy Greenbay Packers jacket. I can remember the last day we were there talking about the bracelet I still wear. The most ironic thing about all of that though, is I can’t remember the room. I just chatted with Amber about it though and we think we found the missing memory of the room… For walls have been built that made the offices that are now Derek’s and the youth room…
I can remember indoor track practice where we were singing what it’s like. I remember doing relays and running in a circle and playing a sad game of fishes and whales… I remember running to century and back. I remember the track meets and not taking last. More good memories I guess.
Bus rides cross my mind now. A ride with a girl that cost a friendship for 4 years. A ride with a boy that pukes next to me right when we get to school. I remember Stop Sign. I remember Shingledecker. I remember fun.
I remember brisk morning walks at the U of M. I remember Ultima Online. I remember Ultima Online at MSA. I remember Magic. I remember Tetris. I remember coding. I remember math challenges. I remember USAT. I remember Woodbury Basketball games. I remember Pinky and the Brain. I remember Wishbone. My mind doesn’t forget. I remember a conversation in 4th grade about an episode of Hang’n with Mr. Cooper between me and Max Markham. I remember BMW. I remember my great grandma’s apple pie. I remember coding in Social Studies with Alex. I remember coding Doomsday with Nils in art. I remember coding in homeroom with Rich. Life…
But enough with the memories for now… BMW is less than an hour away. So I’m going to go do something else. Laterz all.
Counting Crows – Long December…