| Monday, February 21st, 2000
2011 The Devlins, Waiting Ahhh...2 year anniversary of the second maui PJ show...I played my DAT to celebrate. :) Jen F. had just a few days before told me of a fellow jamheads page with his Maui experience detailed. It was tre cool to see his pictures, particually, as Jenn pointed out, the non- PJ ones...Reliving my own memories. So Thursday. Two days of work and then home. I'm thinking of wearing my Class A uniform home, just as I alwasy think of doing on my way home but have never done so except for Christams Exodus during Basic where everyone was *required* to do so...So many changes to that basic class A get up now...My mom would be so happy to see me in it... My roomie got home just a few horus ago...2400 miles driving in three days. Now THAT'S hardcore...Not even I can beat that one. We got to talking about music, Tori came up and I showed him the Rolling Stone were she's in that picture wearing the Beret I gave her...in doing so I foung my old college pictures...so look for those in the next couple days as I'll probably scan them before I go home (in color this time too...) This wknd I did little besides my stereo forray, drank most of a 30 pack of MGD, smoked like five packs of cigarettes, listened to music, downloaded porn from the net, and read a book... Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier. Won the
National Book Award. Jsutine gave it to me at Christmas because it
was set in the local Carolina's area and it seemed good. A story
of a civil war soldier on his way home come hell and high water. It was
really good book but I disagreed with some of the styling of it.
I REALLY got pissed at the ending though...so much so in fact that I hurled
the book across the room. It was just so pointless the way the author
tied things off.
Apparently there's a movie out for Angela's Ashes. I haven't heard a thing about it--it's not out here. Mom told me about it and we may go see it all together as a family. I'm worried about this PT test Wednesday. I am so
out of shape I can only wonder if I'll even max out the run--my easiest
event of the three. I should have gone and worked out this weekend
but I was too lazy to do so....I just wanted to sit on my keister this
wknd. So we'll just see.
Neil Young Weld (disc I) 2323 So it's been two years since Maui...what was to be the final chapter in my life. Yet here I am. as far from Maui as I can get and still be in the United States, living a life two years ago I had never even imagined myself living, doing thigns I had only dreamed of doing, seeing places I had alwasy dreamt of seeing. The past two years of my life have been probably the most rewarding time spent during the course of my life. I have seen so many things, like roadtrips to NYC for 4th of July and NYE, the Tori tour and meeting her --w/ all the people I met on those treks. Jumping out of airplanes, basic training. I've been to i think five major metropilitan art centers-- one of the Guggenheims in NY, The Mets in NY and Boston, a little art museum in Columbia, SC, various art museums in Houstin...I climbed the inside of the Statue of Liberty, saw Chris Cornell at what I had always thought to be a mecca of concert venues in Boston where PJ played ther most incredible fan club show ever. I am doing my part to "protect" this wonderful nation of ours. All the times I had in AIT and all the soldiers I have seen come and go. My last semester of college with Christa by my side and the final summer of concerts before joing the military. Everywhere I go, I see strangers that remind me of people I've known, places the remind me of home, thigns that remind me of myself. I suppose that's something that aging does to you--life is so cyclical everything folds back in upon itself. In the past two years I've learned *where* I belong in life, just not what I belong *TO*...what career per se, though I'm at the very least *closer* to that ultimate one. My spiritual side is much more awake than it used to be. Basically just what I'm arriving at is that if I had killed myself two years ago on my return from maui, there is a lot of worthwhile LIFE I would have missed. So I have a lot to be thankfull for. This time last
year I had these same thoughts. It's like a reality check for me,
where I step back and examine myself with a critical eye, for good or for
ill. Eventually someday I'll be able to piece myself together a bit
more. I still feel there are unmade decisions, but at the same time,
I feel confident that they *will* be made with assuridy. Two years
ago I was simply a mess of unpicked paths. Now I've been able to
make a few of them and I feel a more complete person for it.
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