I Just Gotta Say

First off, I'm going to apologize for grammar errors throughout the entirety of this post.  Second, I really don't have any excuse for making said errors, and I will readily admit that I am far too lazy to undo any cliche items, run-on sentences, and interrupted thought.  Should probably read it as a 'stream of consciousness' piece, and try to understand that this is pretty much how my brain and I think.  Sorry.

So, I'm not going to point out anyone, or something else ridiculous like that, and say that I really sorta want to Facebook friend them, just to see their profile- wall posts, interests, favorite music, you know, all the stuff that really defines someone as someone because I can hardly believe that this undefined entity is a person.  But I will.

Name isn't all that important, no, not hardly at all.  I don't know why I suddenly had this urge to Facebook friend them- we didn't speak to each other in high school, and although I'm sure he's fabulously intelligent, he didn't really treat me with much respect, which isn't what wise people do because wise people treat everyone with respect or at least the outward appearance of it.  whatev.

In fact, it just occurred to me that if we were to pass on the street or meet at a reunion, my thought would be, 'oh please oh please don't talk to me walk the other way please yes! talk to that other dude,' while his would be, 'i went to school with her?'

But oh how my curiosity yearns to be relieved!  I see little snippets of his life, through the wall posts on the 29 mutual friends we have.  29!  and some of them I wonder how he even knows or if he really remembers them or just fakes it.  i wonder if he'd accept my friend request or if I would accept his should it ever be offered, and I somehow know that neither one is possible.  Like at all. 

AND I hate how it bothers me because I'll probably dream about it, then at work tomorrow I'll have nine UNINTERRUPTED hours to think about it, only my thoughts will revolve around him and these little things I remember from high school, obsessing over it them him because my mind gets so little stimulation from the menial tasks I'm assigned to complete *deep breath* and then I'll come back and have nothing to blog about because I've literally thought only of him and Facebook since I've written this.  hopefully i won't end up crazed.

ah, too late.

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Today I had a thought.  haha, okay maybe it was two!  Got me there!  (okay, wow, I probably need sleep.)  A response to Alex's anti-WR sentiments, posted for a select few to read: IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY TO BEGIN TO SHOW ONE'S TRUE COLORS.  IT IS ALWAYS TIME FOR THE GODS AND THE GODDESSES TO RULE.  IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY TO CHEER ON WHAT FATE HAS RIGHTFULLY DECIDED IS YOURS.  IT IS ALWAYS TIME FOR THE PHOENIX TO FLY.  IT IS NEVER TOO EARLY TO UPHOLD THE ONLY THREE VALUES THAT KEEP THE EARTH SPINNING. MYTHPOWERVALUE.  AND IT IS ALWAYS TIME FOR WILL RICE (and it is never time for jones- not even worth capitalizing- or any of the lesser colleges and residences)!

Happy Alex?  I certainly hope so, and I hope that my response was adequate for your fine tastes. :P

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Fam and I went to a party for my cousin today.  He's just finished his army training, and he'll be stationed somewhere within a week.  About 8 families showed up, which for a hispanic family like mine means that there was about a million people there.  It was odd, you know, seeing how many generations were there, how people are related and how they relate to each other.

I'm not just talking about within families-- some family friends showed up and made themselves comfortable within our network.  I got to catch up with an old high school friend (hey girl!) and see people I don't often get to see (can you tell I forgot what I was writing half way through that sentence?)

 

Anyway, sorry, again, for not making any sense or for making sense (which means you've either spent too much time with me or too much time studying me-- either way, please stop the punishment already).

 

j.cruz