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Posted in Belleville, Events, Friends, School with tags , , on June 6, 2010 by Jeremy


Tonight, there was a school concert I was sort of pushed into doing stage tech work for.  Fortunately, a few of my friends were there, so I didn’t have to be bored as heck.

One of my favorite friends is the one pictured above.  She’ll probably never read this, and I don’t even know why it’s necessary for me to write about her, but I don’t care. It’s the day before the last day of Project 365; I think I’m entitled to write whatever the heck I want!


For one, she’s one of those friends that is hard to forget.  A lot of people complain about how their friends don’t hang out with them anymore, causing their friendships to buckle.  That’s dumb.  With this particular girl, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other.  When we finally do and hang out, it’s evident nothing’s changed.  I owe it all to her.  It’s her personality.  I can’t find one word to describe it, and I’m not going to try.  (In other words, I’m too lazy and too dumb to find that perfect word.)

Here’s to eternal friendship, my Ecuagyptian!

I’m Not Deaf

Posted in Belleville, Events, Family, School with tags , , on December 19, 2009 by Jeremy


They really shouldn’t have the middle school winter concert right after the high school’s.

Passionate Carols

Posted in Belleville, Events, Friends, School with tags , , , , on December 19, 2009 by Jeremy


Winter concert in school.  Many of my friends were either in the choir, the orchestra, or the band.  Some nice holiday music to get you in the mood.

Bah, I really want to learn how to play the violin.  I could’ve been a prodigy!

Sieged by Smoke

Posted in Friends, Out of Town, Summer Vacation with tags , , , , , on July 11, 2009 by Jeremy


I went to a free Matt and Kim concert in New York with four friends.  I wasn’t well acquainted with the band, knowing only two songs, but I went anyway just because it was free.  I became pretty excited, hoping to like the other songs the band would play.

All around me, experiencing a more intensified excitement, were crowds of people, many pushing to “find their friends” in the front.  That was fine with me; they could push all they want. What was I going to do?  Start a fight?  What irked me were the cancer sticks that many of these people brought.  (Apparently, some smoked weed, too.)  It just bothered me a lot.  They shamelessly expelled their fumes, some smoking at least three before Matt and Kim came out. We tried to avoid them, only to bump into more of them.  One time, we were literally surrounded—one to our left, one to our right, and an entire group behind us.

In my head, I’m thinking, “Maybe I shouldn’t blame them.  I guess it’s part of the culture or something.”  If I want to go to a concert like this, I should be prepared to encounter things that may make me uncomfortable.  Still, that doesn’t mean I should be grateful for it.

It truly was hell.  If only I could shut my nose…