Yet another one

I always start these things after some momentous event like New years or in this case my 24th birthday. The intention is keep it somewhat regular. By having a blog or online journal I feel like my ideas and mental meanderings are worthwhile.

This first entry is going to be huge.

And now for something I have never done...

From the beginning...(the abridged version)

I was born in Balboa Naval Hospital on December 2, 1983 to parents who thought they were doing the right thing by getting married. We lived in San Diego until I was three. Then my parents were divorced and my mom transfered to a naval base in Louisiana. My father stayed back in San Diego until his contract was up and he got out of the Navy and moved to back to his hometown, Austin. Both parents found new mates. My father re-upped in the navy and moved back out to San Diego. My mom had a daughter in '89. Both parents had a son with their mates early in the year '91. All this time, I'm of course moving back and forth during summers and alternating holidays. In 1993, my mother, with family in tow, moved to the Pittsburgh area. Later that year my youngest sister was born. I believe I am in fifth grade now. I started going to the same school with regularity, Penn Trafford. Sixth grade is really when I begin to have my formative moments. The strongest memories come from sixth grade on. The first day of sixth grade I met Bob Rozycki. He was my best friend. His was the first house I spent the night at that wasn't family. We were in the chorus together. He got me into band. He loved sports. We would hang out watch movies and play video games. Sometimes, usually after the yearbook came out, we would list all of the girls we could think of and rate them using a rubric and determine who the top three girls in the school were. I always had a girlfriend and he never did, not until high school anyway. My relationships then were pretty meaningless. Me and a girl would talk on the phone for hours(a feat I can't perform anymore). That was the extent of a relationship for me. Typical I suppose. I was really into performing, singing and band anyway. I met Chris(two years ahead of me) and Greg(one year) along the way but they play a bigger part in high school. In the eighth grade I earned myself my first solo in the chorus and that cemented my love of being on stage. Off to high school. My freshman year started with band camp. I was the freshman that everyone loved to hate. I was mouthy. I didn't respect the authority of the three grades ahead of me. I played the tenor sax, which put me in the lower brass. Bob was in the band with me. I think by the end of band camp I had been through one girlfriend and moved onto the next. Band camp was three weeks long. The relationships at this point were beginning to progress to something more than phone calls. I can remember one run in with Chris. He didn't like me because of my lack of respect. We were on break and I walked past a trumpet meeting and gave them the finger and ran. Chris and fellow trumpet Brad chased me down the hall, outside, into the courtyard. They threatened to break my finger. I don't remember how I got out of it but I did. Band came and went, then came musical auditions. I auditioned just to get in the play. I never expected a call back. But the call back list went up and there was my name. Chris and I were called back for the production tenor role. If you've only seen the movie its the guy who sings "Beautiful Girls." Of course in high school people like to talk. Even my best friend Bob told me they wouldn't give a freshman a solo. There were even threats on my life(none serious enough to matter but at the time it kind of made me concerned). I got the solo and I'm still alive. Through that production Chris and I became very close. That sparked my love of theater. The next year is kind of a wash. I gained a few more friendships with people who previously thought little of me. Chris and I grew closer. Bob was still a staple in my life. There were a couple other girls(my life has really been defined by the girls I dated). I really used to measure my life by girls, not in a qualitative sense, but as eras.

"Don't you remember that party?"
"When was it?"
"You were dating Valerie."
"Oh yeah. Yeah I remember that."

Wow. This is what is on my mind. Girls. Well, girls and best friends. To make the longer story short, we all went off to college and now I'm in Texas. There is so much more that I want to talk about. Defining relationships. My father's death. My sisters disappearance which we now know as her moving to Montana. My brother and sister down here who are cool as hell. I'll continue this some other time.

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