I hope that I can use this blog for my money situation next few months in the same way that I used Twitter when I quit smoking, in addition to a process log for Graphic Design School. 

I say this because I desperately want an iPod nano and the Nike+ sport kit to track my running progress.

I’m also very, very glad I could bury the hatchet with a few friends. This made me mighty happy.

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Later revision
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I’m rereading this, and I wanted to clarify that I’m glad people tried to get Jacob “into the tent,” as it were, and that is what renewed my faith in my high school peers. And I wish I could have spent more time listening to what people were doing, and say,Thoughts on this ReunionShare
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Walking in
Things:
I’m glad I got some social lubrication on before I went.
I’m glad that I feel like I need to write this down before I forget it.
I’m glad I spent time with the people that I feel were important, though there were one or two that I would have loved to drink a little more with, but ended up turning around and forgetting about. That’s gonna hurt me, I think, more than it hurts them.
I’m glad that I came in like a phalanx, bringing something what seemed to me to be unheardof, and then speaking with people away, than breaking down the barriers and then people could tell us how they are. And I’m also glad people were happy to see us like we were the cavalry.
I’m glad I acted like a spokesperson for those that weren’t there, and blinding texted/forwarded them information.
I’m glad that that people agreed with my assessment that Katie is gorgeous. I knew that from the get go, but I love being able to tell her that.
I’m glad that I didn’t elbow the assholes that were there, but felt like I could have, but I wish I would have had a little longer to say hello, how are you?
I’m happy that I was proud to talk about what I do, and I’m glad that I am going were I am. And that I can be happy with that. I feel like I can hold my head high.
I wish I could have got jacob spindel drunk. He seemed to be the person that broke everyone’s heart, and everyone gave him a shot. This may be fucked up, but it renewed my sense of humanity. He was, I think, the one person that got away from us.
I will think of many others, but this was the most important that I think.

I’m also very, very glad I could bury the hatchet with a few friends. This made me mighty happy.

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Later revision
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I’m rereading this, and I wanted to clarify that I’m glad people tried to get Jacob “into the tent,” as it were, and that is what renewed my faith in my high school peers. And I wish I could have spent more time listening to what people were doing, and say, “Hey! remember the time when we were 9 and we thought we could run away to become ninja turtles? We could still do that, what with technology being what it is.”

I think we traced the trajectories of each other’s lives, from when we were small, to now, and we hope and pray in the deepest sense of praying that those that need to change radically revise their lives and those that stay the same get better year after year. The change, then, becomes part of the trajectory and the path we take alters our perception of what kind of person we’d like to be.