Long overdue. I'm not sure what I really have to say, but the scotch in my rocks glass is making me feel like I do. But really, I do not. This will be a pile of rambles.
My fingers keep typing and deleting.
This is a strange place. SG, that is. The whole reason I joined this site a few years ago were so that my friends and I could see a girl we all admired back in High School. It was like the Sandlot kids & Wendy Peppercorn. We all admired her through the pool, halls, and cafeteria, and as the years passed, it somehow came up that she was a Suicide Girl. None of us knew what that even meant. So, we came here, joined, and oogled at her. I thought about the time her sister wanted me to go to homecoming with her, and I made up some bullshit cowardly lie because I was scared. She found out, cried, and told me she hated me. I really think that was the last time we spoke or that I saw either of them, a good 10yrs ago. I found out last month that she committed suicide. She hung herself in her apartment in Los Angeles. Her facebook page was littered with mementos and goodbyes. It's strange to think that a social networking site can act as a memorial. I liken it to calling someones voicemail after they die, just to hear their voice. It's creepy in the saddest way. I wish her sister and family the best, though I know that means absolutely nothing. There's no pain worse than death. I've never lost anyone close to me, and am not sure how I would handle it. I don't think that I would.
OK so in other, more uplifting news... I leave Jan 12th to San Diego, and then head to Tanzania on the 23rd to head off on what will be the most significant thing I have been offered to be a part of in my entire life. That sentence reads weird. Anyway, I've been asked to film a documentary on two challenged athletes attempting to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. You can see the teaser, the girls, and hear their stories here.
I am fucking scared. It's 19,320ft in the air. Humans typically shouldn't go above 10k. I'm not sure how my Asthma is going to handle this, but I'm taking a medication called Diamox that should combat any symptoms of altitude sickness. Should.
Aside from Choonimals, videography and video editing is my other love. And I actually almost forgot about this video I made for Radeo back in the day. And by day I mean over a year ago. Has it really been that long? I use to check on it from time to time, and am stoked that it's #5 on the "Of All Time" section! Makes me happy.
Some parts of my life seem like myths, I have trouble remembering what they felt like. Songs, pictures, and videos are what bring me back in time.
Now, my life is in Brooklyn. And it finally feels like home.
I don't have any new year resolutions, post year regrets, or any idea what is going to happen to me in the future. And I like it that way.
The end.
My fingers keep typing and deleting.
This is a strange place. SG, that is. The whole reason I joined this site a few years ago were so that my friends and I could see a girl we all admired back in High School. It was like the Sandlot kids & Wendy Peppercorn. We all admired her through the pool, halls, and cafeteria, and as the years passed, it somehow came up that she was a Suicide Girl. None of us knew what that even meant. So, we came here, joined, and oogled at her. I thought about the time her sister wanted me to go to homecoming with her, and I made up some bullshit cowardly lie because I was scared. She found out, cried, and told me she hated me. I really think that was the last time we spoke or that I saw either of them, a good 10yrs ago. I found out last month that she committed suicide. She hung herself in her apartment in Los Angeles. Her facebook page was littered with mementos and goodbyes. It's strange to think that a social networking site can act as a memorial. I liken it to calling someones voicemail after they die, just to hear their voice. It's creepy in the saddest way. I wish her sister and family the best, though I know that means absolutely nothing. There's no pain worse than death. I've never lost anyone close to me, and am not sure how I would handle it. I don't think that I would.
OK so in other, more uplifting news... I leave Jan 12th to San Diego, and then head to Tanzania on the 23rd to head off on what will be the most significant thing I have been offered to be a part of in my entire life. That sentence reads weird. Anyway, I've been asked to film a documentary on two challenged athletes attempting to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. You can see the teaser, the girls, and hear their stories here.
I am fucking scared. It's 19,320ft in the air. Humans typically shouldn't go above 10k. I'm not sure how my Asthma is going to handle this, but I'm taking a medication called Diamox that should combat any symptoms of altitude sickness. Should.
Aside from Choonimals, videography and video editing is my other love. And I actually almost forgot about this video I made for Radeo back in the day. And by day I mean over a year ago. Has it really been that long? I use to check on it from time to time, and am stoked that it's #5 on the "Of All Time" section! Makes me happy.
Some parts of my life seem like myths, I have trouble remembering what they felt like. Songs, pictures, and videos are what bring me back in time.
Now, my life is in Brooklyn. And it finally feels like home.
I don't have any new year resolutions, post year regrets, or any idea what is going to happen to me in the future. And I like it that way.
The end.
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