Alright, so with being away for the weekend and just chilling out, I've had time to just relax and let my mind wander. Tonight I've realized that the best memories come from really random, really simple moments.
If I were held at gunpoint, would fall into a river, or in some other form two seconds away from death, and my life would indeed flash before my eyes, this is what would flash...I think.
That time Freshmen year when eight girls lounged out on Jessica's waterbed and laughed hysterically when we initiated the "who can do it longest" game.
The time in Jessica's camper in eighth grade when we tried to stay up till dawn, gave up and decided to sleep, and kept each other awake until we realized it was dawn and we were indeed still up. (count on us)
That time at Andrea's house when we stayed up all night and rode back to my house to obtain a monopoly board.
The bus rides to SLT conferences. Each and every one of them.
Hanging out in Nick's apartment, when some guy with a guitar started playing and singing some great song about hicks and how hilarious and nonsensical they can be.
The countless times when Adam would hit himself in class, and the ever famous "ts and fs" confusion.
Winter Carnival. Nuff said.
Getting stressed out with Soma cause we were all procrastinators and learned the set the night before the show.
Being on stage.
The night at the canteen after a race when there was a big thunderstorm (which seemed to happen after every race) where we hung out and played with the basketballs and tried to fit outselves in boxes...two at a time.
The countless times we dubbed a moment as "senior will" material and never remembered to make it such.
Sleeping over Sarah's house. Or rather...not sleeping.
Christmas presents at home...with much attention to the pets.
The wonderful afternoons spent in tree house...or rather platform, or climbing up to the platform, or jumping off the platform into the snow.
The Quebec Ski Trip. every single second.
Being chased through the back roads by the sheriff, and being saved by a wrong turn.
Wasting time. Whenever.
The Tech Mural. Which just took longer than it should have.
Getting my school bag mixed up with Josee's in preschool.
Kindergarden...when I first learned the concept of twins.
Drama. When we actually had it. Especially the drama trip...which had oddly long lasting repercussions.
Hanging out at the ski lodge. Getting harassed by the bible bearers.
Okay, that would last more than two seconds...so I think I'd be done flashing now. But it's fun to just sit there and think of all these fun memories and see what comes up. Good times. Seems that things are that much better when you remember them, but that's because they were so full of pleasure in the first place. Makes me look forward to other such pleasureful events. And close friends. God I miss those....eventually. I hope.
I've been craving to watch American Beauty since thursday. I wish some creepy guy next door would appear and start talking about appreciating spontaneous and common beauty in the world and other such things....as cheesy as that sounds. It happens though. The other day at a Party of the Right debate...I was distracted by an oddly perfect natural composition. Will's black shoe wearing feet, a black umbrella, and a black jacket draped over the back of a sofa created a perfect triangular composition, contrasting the lightist blue gray rug. And throughout this, was a random leaf, making the whole thing look completely naturally and not intentionally balanced (though it was anyways) and I stared at it for a while. And it was pretty.
I'm craving something. And someday maybe I'll find it. But the point is that I know when I'm not finding it, and I think that's what makes it okay.