So here I am at work.  I'm very thankful for my job.  I've had it for nearly a year.  I moved into a new place since I finally got tired of the three bedroom revolving roommates situation.  Curtis has been a fantastic roommate.  I need to update my pictures on this thing.  I hope all you MySpace folks are doing all right.  Sometimes it's comforting knowing that you're all out there.  I don't know...  It's been almost a year since I lost two of my best friends.  I still think about them all the time. 

The big ten year reunion is rapidly approaching.  I'm a little freaked out.  I mean, I've done a hell of a lot of random stuff, but not much career wise.  Many of my fellow graduates have become very successful.  I guess I have too, just in a different way.  I'm a tad intimidated, but I guess plenty of us will feel the same way. 

I am going to be at Comic-Con for the entire deal this year.  I'll be staying at the Sheraton on Harbor Island for two nights and then the Hyatt for the final two nights so hit me up if you'll be around.  While I love Mr. Hudson, I think it's time to grab a new profile pick.  I actually have one from New York of me and Seth Green but it's still sitting on my camera.  Hey, I've been busy with lots of stuff.

I hope you guys all have a bitchin' summer, as we used to say when we couldn't figure out what else to write in yearbooks.  Be sure to wear sunscreen.

So I got a Blackberry and now I'm on Twitter so follow me for lots of fun.  Or not so much fun, it depends.  I'm also on Google Talk most of the time now.  Not much else is going on.  The Scotland trip got stalled thanks to rising airfare prices and a couple other conflicting events.  Hope you guys out there in MySpace land are doing well.

This time last year I made a pact with Greg that we would be "Crazy Free in '07."  A lot of crazy shit went down in '06 so we decided we would mellow things down a bit.  Sadly, that didn't really work out.  '07 goes down as probably one of the worst (yet awesome in parts) years of my life.  My best friend died.  That's rough, for sure.  But it's only up from here and so far in these 8 days of 2008, I think I can feel it in the air.  Here I am, gainfully employed, doing well in school (honor roll again, bitches!) and gearing up for things like my 10 year reunion, a possible Chargers AFC Championship appearance, my 28th(!) birthday, more living the high life in Hollyweird, a trip to Scotland, more trips to Berkeley, Comic-Con (of course), and god knows what else.  Should be good.  Here's hoping I can stay the course and have some good folks along for the ride.  I wish you all the best for this new year.

For some reason MySpace is working at work and I am bored so what the hell.  Not much to report.  Come to Blue Christmas on Saturday if you are in the area.  We'll have our new Christmas CD's to sell.  Go to popvoxmusic.com for more info.

Words fail at the moment, so I will just say that I miss you so much already, my friend.  I'll hold on to the moments, the memories, and this wonderful smile that always managed to make my day better.

















I don't know how I'm going to continue knowing you're not walking this earth with me, but I know your memory will live on forever. 

"What is your religion?"

"I believe in the inspiration of the human conscience."

My good friend Mark (shown here in the middle) died last week.  Some of you reading this knew him.  I'm pretty shocked about the whole thing.  He was, well, he was Mark.  I loved the guy.  We had some great times.  The last time I saw Mark was a few years ago when he, my brother Carson, and I meandered around the streets of San Francisco until the wee hours of the morning.  I'll never forget that night.  I kept forgetting to give him a call while he was down here.  That's going to sting for a while.  So for all you who knew and loved Mark, let's all take some time to remember how he made our lives a little brighter.  Here's to you, my friend.

Not much to report, friends.  Still jobless, trying to remedy that situation but it's slow goings.  Hopefully I won't end up out on the street.  But seriously, all is well.  This summer has felt like an early high school summer.  I pretty much do whatever I want, when I want.  But it gets a tad old after awhile.  Since summer school ended I've been rather restless.  I've been keeping busy by going to concerts, movies, just hanging out with folks.  That's been good.  So if you're bored this summer, I can cure that.  Give me a buzz.  

I am here.  I am nowhere.  I am everywhere.  I have no idea what that means.  I've basically just been hanging out with folks, reading a lot of books, and doing my homework.  I got my first A on Saturday, the rest of my finals are this week.  Summer school though is now up in the air because I don't qualify for a fee waiver this year.  I'm sure I'll come up with something.  I've been doing random odd jobs to pay the rent.  I'm applying this week to be a sub, but that probably won't start up until the fall.  I'm probably going to have to get some kind of job to fill the gap, but I'm doing everything I can to avoid that.  I'm going to  a lot of concerts this summer, so that is cool.  I'm also making another trip out to San Francisco and also probably to Misery for the first time in 3 years.  I guess I've been in some kind of funk lately.  I can't explain it too well.  I hope you all are doing all right.  I think about you every now and then, I'm sure.  Yes you.

Oh man, MySpace.  I can't stay away from you.  All these people, so close yet so far away.  These are strange times for me.  I lost my job.  That's a good way to put it.  I am without a job right now and honestly I am pretty happy about that.  I'm going to start subbing soon and then try to make ends meet during the summer.  The grand plan is to sub and do the record label thing with Phil on the off days.  It's a good plan. 

But back to the Time Warp...  My mom was tired of moving around all my boxes of crap I've collected over the years so she finally broke down and sent me SIX of them.  Opening each one was like opening a small time capsule, the nostalgia in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.  Yearbooks, notes, pictures, programs, ticket stubs, more pictures, cards, journals.  I probably thought of each and every person who is reading this right now.  From the Carlsbad days to SFC to TP to Biola to CCCB and back again.  All of you crazy folks who left some kind of imprint on my life. 

Moving around so much has been a blessing and a curse.  I have way more friends and aquaintances than the average bear.  The curse is that most of them are are like ghosts now.  No offense or anything.  That's why I'm trying to stay in one place now.  No matter how great the temptation.  I'm pretty tired of that life.  It was good for awhile, but I just end up missing to many damn people.  But yeah, I've been in the same place for over two years now.  And here you will find me. 

Ah MySpace, how I love to hate you.  It's nice to be able to contact all these people, but it also reminds you of past relationships gone wrong, people you don't get to see anymore, all that good shit.  It's a little depressing for me right now.  Yes, I love my friends I have now, but there will always be a place in my heart for those carefree days back in San Diego.  I know I can't have them back, I know we've all moved on.  But I still miss them.  I don't know where I'm going with this.  I'm 26 years old, still very single, no prospects, pretty much just the way I was when I graduated high school almost 10 freaking years ago.  I did some pretty stupid things back then.  All parties involved know what I'm talking about.  I guess I learned from my mistakes.  So here I am.  Still trying to figure things out, still asking those same questions.  It really never gets easier.