I remember the two of us as kids nearly ten years ago talking.. me about Pokemon
and you about Harry Potter.

I remember your momma driving us to six flags and playing Mortal Kombat in the backseat of her SUV

I remember you leading the way to the biggest and scariest roller coasters after we drank sugarwater.

I remember going 100 meters into the air and hearing you remark how beautiful the Dallas skyline looked at night. I was watching you when I told you the view was beautiful.

I remember leaving my College orientation nearly three years ago to see you.

I remember you taking me to a pizza parlor that you proclaimed to be the best in the town.

I remember us walking hand in hand beside a pond reminiscent of Walden..

I remember me placing one arm behind your knees and the other across your back when I picked you up and carried you away from the pond.

I remember how you looked up at me while I carried you the moment before you kissed me.

And I remember laughing as soon as your lips left mine.




I forget why we're not together.

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Six months away from you.

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This has been the best first half of summer.. nevermind.

This has been the best Summer--

These past Six-seven weeks have been the greatest of my life because I've gotten to spend so much time with my kid sister, the brightest star under the sun and the most important person in my life.

Seriously.

I canceled all of my plans this morning in order to spend my last real weekend ( I'll be packing during the next one ) with her. We of Ice Cream Sundaes, Law & Order ( WHOO ), and movies, and I doubt that a day will ever come that'll beat this one.




Although I'm excited to head back to my apartment in San Antonio, I'm not looking forward to resuming my role of Atlus. I'll go back to school during July, back to the Rape Crisis Center to begin working with victims under the age of 14, back to being a mentor to a little boy on the East Side Ghetto, back to editing for the Newspaper, back to speaking to High School students about College Leadership, back to organizing university-wide trips for Habitat 4 Humanity, back to tutoring spiteful, sucktastic, spoiled, sniveling, strange, and smelly students that come to me, back to not yelling KAMEHAMEHA!!!! when Tina rubs my bald head for good luck, back to putting up with/hanging out with my roommates who I loathe/adore, , back to coming home from dating people who don't compare to the girl who thinks me her soulmate so I can sit in the living room and watch Sportscenter, back to studying for the LSAT, back to imitating J.D. from Scrubs and daydreaming of Yale, back to getting beaten by Anh in Mario Kart, and back to talking to my parents and big sister on the phone weekly, and back to missing my little one daily..

by day.

By night I'm going to go Henry David Thoreau on the world and live in my own personal Walden. Turn off my phone, toss out the laptop, tuck in Ophelia ( my Wii ) in our bed so that I sit outside on my patio and write, read, and think in the moonlight.

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Has it really been nine years?


Happy birthday, Caitlin.

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I should not be writing right now. I should not even be awake right now. I’ve got to get up in a mere eight hours to get to an English class.

My summer daily routine is as follows: My alarm goes off at 6:55 AM each morning so that I can press the snooze button. I roll out of bed twenty minutes later, rummage through my pile of clothes on the floor and perform a smell test, slip into my Jesus-inspired Sandals, and yell for my kid sister to lock the front door as I slam it shut. My second test of the day starts now..
Every morning before I walk across my lawn I have to check for the mean-mugging bunnies who populate my neighborhood. I usually feign bravado and power walk my way to my car, then drive to my first class.
The kids there are innocuous enough. Rather than don one of my usual school facades, I sit in the back of the class and occasionally carry on a conversation with the girl beside me(during the rare occasions that we’re both awake.)

I’ve developed a few facades back in San Antonio. Around my peers I’m social, but not quite loquacious. When I’m near a teacher/dean/president I’m not familiar with, I’d try to shy away from hubris as much as possible -- so much so that my flirtation with self-deprecation was commonly identified by people apt at reading others. I’m usually a different person once I get back to my apartment, though. Every time I’d step off of the bus and cross the threshold into my bedroom, I close the door, look myself in the mirror, and thank God that I’ve found my respite for the time being… and hid. I hid from my increasingly annoying roommates ( they weren’t really annoying.. Or mean, or bad, or anything. I loathed both of them for merely existing around me for about a month. ), I hid from my acquaintances, ( I had/have no one I consider a friend in San Antonio. Frankly, I can think of only three people -- and that’s stretching it -- who I consider a friend. ) I hid from myself, too.

But now I’m back in my home town and I’m loving it for the most part. I get to spend day after day with the most important person in my life: my little sister. Even though I’m not in San Antonio, I still can’t wait to get home in the evenings those are the times that I get to spend with her, Anh, my mother, and Jack Mccoy.

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"... I forgot how weird your sense of humor was, Jon," 'Dre tells me as he takes a seat across the room from me.

"You know how I do," I reply. "However, I do take offense to your use of the word "weird..." I'm eccentric, pal. Unique, even.. but weird? Hardly," I say with my head tilted up indignantly. Much like this :
Wow, I have a big head.

While Andre shakes his head in disbelief, Matthew begins to grin from ear to ear as I stretch out on a recliner in his house. "I missed this," Matt says to me after a chuckle. " The classic Jon sense of humor."

With a shrug of my shoulders, I allow the corners of my mouth to rest as my smile fades. I glance around the giant living room, trying to reconstruct and compare its present condition to how it looked when I was last in Matthew's home two years ago, a year or so after we initially met. Me, Him, Gene ( below ), Dre, and Josh(I was closest to Josh than any of the aforementioned folks), were there that day at Matthew's place.




Anyway, back to Matt and I. We clicked quickly. He was intelligent, sarcastic, and most importantly, witty. Contrary to what my NuTang blogs may indicate, I do have a few male associates... they just aren't as I just don't write about 'em all that often. Why, you ask? 'Cause as much as I love Superman-look-alike Adrian,



the stuff we did when we hung out would be boring to write about 'cause I couldn't romanticize it. Well, I could... but then I'd be a fan of Los Angeles Sporting teams ( a.k.a. a loser. )


Anyway, I've known 'Dre for years -- ever since 7th grade Football. We're not the best of friends or anything, but we keep in touch and make an effort to hang out. Back in High School, most of my free time was spent on the football field or in the locker room. As such, most of the folk I spent my time with were on the team; however, I've lost touch with a lot of them over the past three years and I dun' see them no more. Wish I hadn't.

The only person, outside of the Family, I really see on a consistent basis when I come home to Dallas is some loserface woman who I love with all my heart. I only love her because she serenades me with her acoustic renditions of "The Final Countdown!" and the theme from the Fresh Prince.

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"Can you just hold this for a few more minutes? I'm gonna' go get some food downstairs," I tell the lady at the circulation desk as I hand her the book I reserve hours earlier. Although it was somewhere around 8 AM, I had already been in the library for an hour or so to study for my final. Anyway, the woman hit me with one of those stale faces. Like :


Like a true Texan, I moseyed on over to the cafeteria beneath the library and ordered a Tex-Mex breakfast: Two bean and cheese tacos and a biscuit.


It's around 8:10 and I'm wondering if I should sneak my food back to the library or eat in an almost-empty cafeteria. Luckily, I chose the latter.

"Hi," I say to Estrella, a woman whom I saw sitting alone in the cafeteria. We had a class together and spoke once earlier in the semester. As I sit down, she places a hand to the side of her face and adjusts her glasses. I knew at that moment that I had made a good decision. Only cool people wear glasses. Proof:



-- Back to the story --

We ate breakfast together and ended up hanging out for six hours. It wasn't until the around the fourththat I asked her her name, and it wasn't til the fifth that she taught me what it meant to truly meant to Superman a Ho. It wasn't until the sixth that I asked her for her number. Then, I went and took my final (not-countdown) final. Then I went home and hung out with my soon-to-be-ex-roommate Matthew. He's moving out of the apartment to go to a medical school on the other side of town.

I've had a few roommates in my collegiate career. A malaysian foreign-exchange student named Chern was the first one I met when I came to my dorm in the fall of 2006. We weren't that close, so I wasn't too upset when he left after a semester

Adrian was the next one I met. We ate lunch/dinner together, but seldomly hung out when we weren't home. Adrian lived with me for a full year before moving back home to be closer to his girlfriend. I met John a few days after Adrian, and a few days before my first year of college begun. I was closer to John than Adrian and we lived together for a year and a half before he moved back home find himself. Matthew moved in a semester after John, Adrian, and I to replace Chern, and after Adrian left, John, Matthew and myself moved into an apartment with the sultan of Satan, Alex.

Alex... I didn't like him. He was creepy and he ate my baked doritos and he played guitar hero 3 loud at night in the living room and he always had people over drinking and playing poker and he didn't even go to school and he drank nothing but haterade. Oh, and he was no worse, nor better, than myself. I lived with him for a semester.. he left when John left and a guy named Albert replaced him.

Albert is from Laredo, which is right at the border of Mexico. He and I get along fine even though I don't understand what he's saying half the time. Then again, most people don't comprehend what I'm saying ( or writing ) half of the time either.

And another thing... Vee found my Nutang. I'm not sure how.. or WHY, but yeah. ( A little stalkerish if you ask me) That's why I haven't been updating a lot recently. It doesn't bother me that much anymore, so I hope to update more.

Oh, and I know I'm a little late to weigh in on the gay-marriage topic, but I gotta' say..


Real talk: The Spurs are gay. Thanks for doing what my Mavs couldn't do and knocking out the Hornets, but seriously.. when I first heard about the Gay Marriage thing in Calfironia, I thought to myself "Self, I bet Tony Parker'll dump Eva Longoria (YAY) and go marry Tim Duncan." Go 'Sheede Wallace!

One last thing: people with glasses make those without look "special."

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Now that Anh has gone
Far away to Vietnam
Woe, oh, woe, is Jon.

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