No Sleep

Sorry for no post last night everyone. I didn't get to bed until late and I had a pretty eventful day yesterday.

I can't remember when I woke up, but after I did I went to PNC with my mom to switch my regular checking account into a virtual wallet. I finally deposited the $1,000 that was sitting in my room in an envelope.

I love going to the bank because it makes me feel like I'm growing up. In a positive sense of growing up. There are things I don't look forward to like the paying bills and taxes part of growing up but something about cashing checks that you worked hard for gives you a sense of accomplishment. Probably because I know there are so many other ways; illegal ways, to make more money doing less work. Sure I could get in on schemes like this and I could probably double or triple my $1,000, but I don't want my name tarnished but such a stupid thing.

After the bank I went home and sat around and took a nap...now if Straka reads this here is my explanation for the so called "hypocrisy" about me taking a nap and saying that they're a waste of time. I really don't like sleeping, but sometimes when sleeping is the only thing keeping you from doing something counterproductive you have to sleep. If I wouldn't have napped yesterday I would have ended up Internet shopping and possibly buying something I didn't need. The nap felt great, by the way.

I went over to Jordan's aunt and uncle's house for her cousin's birthday at 6. I got to meet her aunts, uncles, grandfather, grandma, and her great grandmother too. (Her great grandma is the cutest little, old lady in the world.) We sat around with her family and Anna and just talked for hours on end. It was nice talking to her various family members and just letting them know a little about me.

After awhile Jordan's uncle pulled out his yearbook from senior year. It was crazy looking at all the teachers I've had who went to West A. Seeing a young Coach Cornell, Mr. Shattuck with a full head of hair, Ms. Hutchko, Mrs. Sabin, Jordan's mom, and even Jordan's dad and step dad. All of them within a year of each other.

I'm excited to look back at my year book and see everybody. To show my kids that their dad was actually once an athlete. To show my kids the great friends I had. Hopefully when I have kids those friends will still be active in my life. I think some of them will be. I'm sure they'll look back and say, "Dad did you really wear that to school?" and I'll just smile and explain to them that I wasn't the average high school student and that 2012 was a different time.

No matter how cool we all think we are now, in 20 years our clothes will be obscure, our hairstyles out of style, and even our yearbook will be outdated.

One thing that won't ever slip into obscurity though is the memories we make now, the mark we leave on this school, and the relationships we build.

No matter how outrageous our style may be now, true friendship will never be a fad. It'll never be "uncool." When I look back at my yearbook I'll be able to smile at all the good things I had happening around me.

But I won't be showing that yearbook to any kids for awhile. So for now I'm going to stay busy making more memories. I hope you all do the same.

Finally the title of this post refers to the fact that I didn't get back from Jordan's house until 3:30 am. Dave, Anna, Jordan, and I all watched Crazy, Stupid Love before Dave and I headed home. It was actually a pretty good movie, and was definitely a great end to an amazing day.

The finishing touch was talking to Dave for 2 hours about love and about being given a chance. We're both hopeless romantics, he a lot less hopeless because he has a great girlfriend who he's happy with. Bed at 5:30 and waking up at 7 to come to this middle school volleyball tournament is really setting my sleep pattern for the week for failure.

NP: We Found Love- Rihanna