Friday, January 19, 2007

Don't stop me now

Cause I'm havin a good time, havin a good time...
There's no stoppin meeee. I'm burnin through the sky. yea, 200 degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit! I'm travelin at the speed of light! I wanna make a supersonic man outa you!

So I was listening to Queen yesterday before our game. And during warm-up, Mom caught me and told me--Dad took the job in Montana!! We're movin to Montana! Woohoo!!!

And I started thinking about the times that Dad and I would turn on some music in the basement and start swing dancing for no reason. We would play one of his records or some classic stuff (like Queen) and just start dancing away. I think maybe that is why I like to dance so much. Cause when we dance, its crazy and fun and the more we suck at it, the more fun we have. I don't like going to school dances because everyone is out there to judge you. Even the people you are dancing with judge the way you dance. But with my dad, neither of us care how good (or bad) the other person is. Life is too short, and the world is too big, for me to care what any one person thinks about me and what makes me happy.

Amber and I were talking on the way up to the game Friday night about singing. We know that we will never be professional or even anywhere close to it. But we don't stop singing because of that. It makes us happy, so we keep on singing. Her dad told her when she was young to never stop singing to please someone else. Never stop singing when someone else walks into the room. If it makes you happy, that's all that matters in life. I think he was completely right. If you live your life according to what other people think is right, you will never enjoy your own. And for that matter, how do they know what is right? Maybe the way you think is revolutionary, but if you never express youself, how will anyone know, and how will anyone change?

A friend of mine was really pissed off about drinkers in this school the other day. I found myself thinking that he had a right to be pissed off, but I didn't really get angry myself. Because I've conditioned myself to assume that everyone in this small town drinks, and there is nothing I do that would ever change that. These kids have been raised to think that drinking is bad but everyone does it, even their own parents. So that makes it ok. The cops never nail them for it. Their parents half the time buy it for them and will argue with anyone that "Kids will be kids." That is so much bullshit. Kids look for rolemodels. And usually they use their parents. No matter how independent they think they are--everyone needs someone to look up to. So if the parents and the schools and the police didn't accept the "kids will be kids" attitude, maybe there wouldn't be so much drinking. He says he thinks he doesn't like to drink because he has seen his own mother throw her life away doing it herself. My parents don't drink and really never have. I don't know how they managed to raise two children that don't drink, but I really hope I can do the same some day.

Monday, January 08, 2007

New Years Doubts

It is the New Year! I don't know how to describe this feeling. It is nearing graduation and I don't know if I am happy to be leaving or not. I think that if we weren't moving, I would have no problem letting go. Because I could always come back to visit. But now our family is moving too. When I come back for the holidays, it will be like starting over. I'm sure my parents will make friends in Montana, they always do, but I will only have my friends from college, and they will still be 400 miles away. I will come "home" for the holidays, but not really "home." At times, the year seems to be going so slowly, just creeping along at this incredibly slow rate. And then again, it seems like I'm stuck on this train that's flying through the year and there's no way to stop it or slow it down. I wish Dad could be sure of his job in Montana. I wish we could go visit up there. I think that would calm my nerves a little. I seem to be floating along, not really committing to being here, because I know I'm moving, but not to anywhere else because I don't know where I'm going... If I could just see for sure where we are moving, it would be easier to picture us living there. I think about the big things, like leaving friendships that have taken years to form here. And familiar surroundings. But then I find myself worrying about stupid little things, like how will they now where to send my yearbook when they get it in next year. And how will I keep in contact with people so I know about a reunion somewhere down the road.