I'm still alive, I swear. It turns out that the wireless router magically dissappeared (got stolen) and so there is no high speed internet access for those of us not in upper upper level management at camp. I had about five billion things I wanted to blog about, but I really have a couple of minutes before I have to go. A far, far better post will follow on Saturday!
In the mean time, I'm feeling really really old. My bones just don't move like they used to, and a 16 year old called me "sir". I'm only 18... sir is my father. But I've got this really cool costume that makes me look like an 18th century naval officer, which is pretty much just the coolest thing ever. Or at least, a pretty cool thing. I'll take pictures and put them my facebook when I get a chance. In other news, I updated my address on my facebook, if any of you wanted to send baked goods or anything.
And my braces are off. I wonder how that will affect my kissing?
-Stephen
Writings of a formerly LDS gay boy.
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3 comments:
Honey, you don't know old until you're in a college class with kids who were in kindergarten when you were graduating high school.
THAT'S feeling OLD. :)
Kengo, I love how you called him "honey." hahaha! You should try going back to a high school dance (there's an awkward story).
I'll give a brief synopsis. One of my swimmers' date canceled on her the day of the dance, she called and begged me to come. I can't say no to people who truly need my help, so I said yes. I went and had a fairly good time, but everyone seemed so immature and I couldn't stand being around them. They made me feel really old.
I also feel old when one of my best friends from elementary school to high school just had a baby. I don't like this growing up thing. It is awkward, but at the same time good. Life is awkward, weird, fun, exciting, etc.
Have fun being old!
Yeah, I knew I was old the first time I went to a mission homecoming of a kid that I used to babysit when I was a teenager. That was depressing.
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