I just got done looking at a bunch of old pictures on myspace. Myspace? Yeah...I can't seem to bring myself to deleting it, since it holds many of my teenage memories there. That sentence stings me a little. I'm clearly not a teenager anymore and my appearance proves it. I could barely recognize the guy in some of those pictures. Part of me wanted to go back to those days. I sound like such an old man...but I'm not! Those days are getting blurrier and blurrier, so I think should really question my "good" memories from that time. Human minds can warp memories, especially with someone who lacks a sharp mind. I'm really not that sharp or quick on my feet, so I always freak out when a teacher calls on me during class. I always figure out a good response when it's too late to care...If I really strain to remember, then the horrible moments of high school resurface. Do I really want to go back and experience that? Is my current status really that bad in comparison? I don't know...I'm surprised by how I turned out. As I probably mentioned before, I visualized myself as a muscle-bound dude with glasses who was popular with the ladies as a kid. I visualized all of these cool traits that I wanted to have as a grownup. Of course, this turned into a physical representation by way of Trizzopi (my first original comic book character), but it is clearly not what I am today. Although it seems pretty apparent as to how I've changed physically, I just can't seem to find the right words to describe my change. It's beyond just physical change. I've lost my train of thought. I talked to Stella last night, and it was awesome. I hung out with Patrick and Anne around lunch time. It felt nice to socialize with them, even if I'm not the greatest at talking. I also talked to #2 today, and we discussed some pretty deep stuff. Also, I talked to Andrea last night about a lot of stuff as well! Gah! It feels nice to socialize sometimes. It's good to have friends....and these are friends that I made post-myspace era. Those memories...seem to be separate from my new ones for a reason. I'm not entirely sure...but it's got me thinking...
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