At long last we have reached the end of 2006. In celebration, many of you are planning on getting so wasted that the average Irish drunk would seem like a pansy. Some of you are planning on watching other people have fun on tv at big city parades and Times Square. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people. I'm one of the saps that got suckered into coming into work early. As of such, I have very little else to do but reflect upon the year that was a blur to me.
Everything seemed to happen all at once. I vaguely remember celebrating the coming of this year. Jeff, RJ and I drove around looking for a party only to be demoted to lighting our illegal fireworks at some girls house. A cameo appearance was made by Matt. After that I remember the Belgium Waffle in and thoughts of stealing Brennon's hot tub for the night. (Don't worry Brennon, Jeff and I were too tired and cold to go through with it) After that, the year rolled in slowly. I purchased my VW bus 5 days later and drove it with pride. My hair was shaggy and music was something I thought I could still do for a living. I hated my dietary job more and more as days went. I struggled to get over a red-headed girl whom I knew it could have never worked with in the first place. I was torn knowing my feelings were wasted and my strength to have done something about it earlier was flawed. I would feel this way for months till I left my old job. I started to hang out with my oldest friend Kyle for a bit. I got drunk for the first time at his house on January, Friday the 13th. (creepy that I still remember) From there, I continued on with my college Spring semester. It was probably my best semester to date. I remember parties at Jared's and adventures with Lincoln. I remember RJ's retrun to Utah. I remember girls that came and went. I broke hearts without meaning to and in turn, feeling almost as bad as they did. Maddie came and stayed and saw the mess that is Utah. I remember applying for job after job, interview after interview with hopeless results. Day after day, hating my job and the people in charge of it. I remember how big Local was to me. Giving me a place to go, giving me something to do. Giving me the opportunity to meet new people and hear new music. The memories there were endless. I remember the end of Spring and the inevitable fading of Kyle again. A random adventure to Evanston directly after work with Jeff and Ian. A stop for fireworks and another stop for cloves. I remember the summer with a boys night out that was unforgettable. Minus Jeffrey. Booze, pictures, non-homosexual nudity, the famous "Dr. Phil" speech, and guns. Surely a night to remember with Matt, RJ, Joe, Brennon and Gerald. Another addition to the Warped Tour memories. Farmers tans and burns. And my heat sickness and peeing on a building at Subway. I'll never forget the day I exploded at my boss for being such an arrogant, low-life retard. I'll never forget my anger and hate. I'll always be thankful that the day after that, I got a new job. I remember my last day there. Joel and David. The final Dude Crew. I know that there is a few I will still miss, but I'm glad I'm gone. I vividly remember the party for it. Rj's engagement. "It." The last adventure with my bus, and more drunken phonecalls. I remember nights standing on top of my favorite point, wondering when I would find a girl, when it would get better, would I become anything? I loved the many nights in front of my house when Jeff and I would sit out in his car and talk about everything for hours. It didn't matter how many times a week or how many hours we did this. We always had something to talk about. Something to think about. I remember Allred and John's advice and the final closing of Local. I unfortunately remember the underage drinking ticket and the events that led to it. I remember puking then passing out in Jeff's backseat while Kevin took pictures. (bastard) I remember the BBQ at my house and the adventure after to look at "devil worshippers." Autumn was freaked out and the majority of us grew tired of the antics. I remember the start of my EMT class and the hope it brought. I remember meeting Nicole for the 3rd time. My new job was more stressful then I had hoped and Douchebag only made it worse. I remember a trip to Belgium Waffle in and a city made entirely of condiments and cups. That was one of the days that inspired Good Thursday. And somehow during all this Nicole was the girl that restored my trust in another girl after 3 years of dodging that. She became the girl I've always wanted but thought impossible to have. She came along and showed me that anything is possible. I remember a laid back Halloween and an opportunity for another new job, this time in radiology. I hated the rough start of November and celebrated my 20th birthday being sick beyond reason. Kevin bought me Wendy's with a vague hope of seeing me vomit it back up. (sick bastard) I freshly remember the end of finals and the beginning of Hot Tub Sunday with Brennon.
This is a very fullfilling year as opposed to 2005. Which was pretty much a time of graduating high school, trying to figure out self, and dodging relationships. I hope all of you noticed what made this year. It was you. The people reading. The people who were indirectly and directly involved with all this. This has probably been one of my better years. I hope that 2006 was just as rewarding for you as it was for me, despite the hard times. I've learned a lot this year. Not only about myself, but about life in general. How to deal with things. A better view of what I truly want out of my life, such a view I've been questioning for quite some time.
It is in my sincerest hope that this coming year of 2007 brings us all the great memories and happiness we hope every year can bring. I hope that what we learn this year we can carry with us the next. I hope the memories we gain will be the ones we can look back on and maybe one day share with our children and other close friends. In short...
Happy New Year!
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