Leaving... on a jet plane...

--To this blog entry, I dedicate the song "Jet Plane", performed by Eve6. Its in the playlist six songs from the bottom--

Ok, so maybe not on a plane, and certainly not outside of driving distance, but the feeling may as well be the same as one you might experience if your family decides to move you. Across the country. In between your sophomore and junior years of high school. You think its finally ok; you think the moving has stopped and that everything is under your control, but something you can't stop and don't even see coming takes those close to you and moves them away, as if spiting you for settling down in the same place for too long.

Come the new year, our numbers will shrink by two... most likely for a whole year... no more 1am taco bell runs, no more ahhnold noises, no four-hour Starcraft marathons, epic MK and DBZ battles, doubles tennis or racquetball, captain impersonations... No more sounds of baby seals being stomped, no longer can we win Apples to Apples with "Pumping Iron" or "Corvettes", no playing Halo and not having to worry about being awful at it... no shockball, cargasms, "mmmhhmmms", no one to help with push-pull doors, no one to Mazda watch with...

I guess all we can do is make the most of the time we have left...

I don't really know how to end this, I can't see straight right now anyway-

this sucks

a lot