My Little Imprint

Today was one of the most fulfilling days I’ve had in a while.  And I’m not talking about having fun, or doing something productive…  I mean I went out with Alex and did some good for the people of Chicago.  Together we rented a U-Haul, picked up donated clothing from the Blackstone Hotel, and drove 4200 clothes and linens to the St. Vincent Depaul Center to make hundreds, if not thousands of people warm this holiday season.  I’m not here to toot my own horn, just trying to say I had a wonderful time bonding with Alexandra and spreading some good.

I want to just make a difference in the world.  Here’s one more little imprint.

A Blog About Love.

“It’s a long story, and complicated to boot, but.. just, thanks for the encouragement with the ****  thing. We’re really finally coming into our own as a couple (and trust me, it has NOT been an easy road… we’ve been togetherish for fourth months, only four DAYS of which we’ve been able to spend together), and it’s… the most. I know the last part of that sentence is missing a noun, but that’s intentional. It is the most. It doesn’t require a noun. I think you must have some idea of what I mean. You’ve been in love before. You ARE in love. You know. It’s the most. No other words needed. The most. The end. I know we must be doing something right because every time he says “I love you,” or calls, or even just enters my thoughts, my heart goes WHOOSH. I never really thought I was the “falling in love” type, but… this is divine. This is love, I know it. So thanks for recognizing that potential and nudging me towards it, even though it’s difficult to be apart and feel this much. It’s worth it. He’s worth it.”

This is an e-mail I received from a friend of mine about a certain person special to her heart.  And I broadcast it for the shear reason that it’s beautiful.  Hearing about happy couples, stories about love flourishing- it brings me joy.

哀話世界の周りです。

Love actually is all around.

A common mindset that people adopted when they entered college is that everything needs to be grounded in reality.  If there is a time when people look at their dreams and go, “Yup… that’s all they are,” it’s when they get into college.  And there’s not even some great event that happens.  There’s just a stigma to living life on one’s own and it throws his/her perspective on its side and leaves a person feeling different.  One typical sentiment so many people I know have come to share is that they forget about the power of love.  Love has stopped making the world turn for so many people because they think that good grades which will lead to a good job in 4+ years is what’s going to sustain them (among other various reasons).  But from the background I have, I know that love is something everyone needs, and if you have it?  You don’t abandon it, you embrace it harder than you ever have when times get tough.  So when anyone dear to me has come to me seeking help with their life, I’ve stayed true to the fact that they need to stay true to the most special person in it.  Whether it’s been a family member, a lover, or a friend, it’s all about holding the person you love the most as humanly close to your heart as possible.  Since entering college I’ve see tons of breakups lead only to confusion and emptiness.  And shortly after the departure, a reconciliation almost always happens, because the two people realize that the love they share isn’t meant to be pushed away, it’s meant to be embraced.

Love is a fucking hard road to tread.  It’s so hard because the urgency of two hearts longing to be one is some of the most excruciating pain a person can go through- finding the confidence and the strength to continue on sometimes feels impossible.  But what I always like to say is… just remember that you’re feeling that pain.  If you feel that pain for a person you adore- imagine how heavy that heart will feel without that person?  And on the upside, that grief is beautiful.  Your soul is so connected with another’s that it hurts.  That’s how hard you are loving.

It’s okay to “need” someone.  By lending your life to the hands of another, you are not being weak or pathetic.  You’re just being human.  We all need someone to lean on and it’s stupid to think we might not.  In the e-mail above, you’re reading the account of a girl who never thought “falling in love” was for her… you’re reading the account of probably the toughest, most independent girl I know… yet here she is experiencing her first true love in college and is willingly holding onto it with every single odd stacked against her.  And it’s all because she’s just being honest with herself and knows that when her love is in any way a part of her life, it’s the happiest she can possibly be.  And while maybe the time’s when he’s away it means it’s the saddest times of her life, she understands that true love is not something that just happens nor is true love something to just shrug off.  True love is something to fight for and something that cannot be replaced.  What’s more is that love comes with cute texts some mornings that say, “I dreamt of you last night.”  Love comes with phone calls that let you discuss anime tv shows like FLCL because no one else seems to enjoy it.  Love comes with the warmth of someone always being there to hold your hand and kiss your cold nose.  Love comes with tickle fights and a spilled hot tea that was made just for you.  Love comes with a permanent movie-watching partner and a food critic always eager to try new things.  Love comes with an attractive Indiana Jones prepared to always go on adventures.

Love comes with a partner for life that can make your circle become full.

Regardless of who you are, love makes everyone’s world turn.  I am 100% confident in that.  That’s how powerful it is.  If you’re feeling empty, if you’re feeling sad, if you’re feeling confused, afflicted, distressed, stressed, messed, or ANYTHING.  Let the love in.  Call a friend to say hi, text your girlfriend that you miss her, Skype with parents just to see their faces.  I know I’m jumping around here talking about all different sorts of love- from platonic to paternal to romantic- but it’s all love… and it’s all going to make you feel wonderful.  In my opinion it’s the romantic love that really fills you up the most… but love is love.  It feels fucking awesome no matter where you get it or how intense it is.

The Beatles didn’t totally nail it…  You need more than just love in your life.  You need a lot more.  But you wanna know something?  You still need love.

Twenty First-Class Stamps

What a crazy week it’s been thus far…  I can barely begin to document it all, although I know I should.  It’s times like these that I don’t want to be forgetting!  So for the sake of just… remembering my life down the road, I’m going to give the best shot I can at detailing all that has been happening.

One of the bigger highlights on my mind are the friends I’ve been making.  Here’s the grocery list of names who are now people I call friends: Ashley, Maurice, Charles, Ryan, and Zach.  Ashley and Ryan are by far the coolest, but still, a friend’s a friend and I’m glad I’m making them.  I especially like spending time with Ryan.  We’re always kind of joking with each other and never being serious, but I think that’s just his personality for you and nothing I can help.  Regardless, it’s a still a great time just hanging with him and talking.  DJ’s been coming over a lot and that’s been great.  We had our period of not talking and I think that may have made him realize what he’s missing with me… and truthfully, I kinda need him now too.  I need him to get my mind off stuff and he’s quite good at it.

This weekend was dedicated to all things Window Theatre and it’s been wonderful.  It all started Thursday with us going around telling people door-to-door about our awesomeness.  I was having a great time acting like a dork and letting it all hang out.  I danced crazily to rainbow sherbet, I stuffed cupcakes in my mouth and let joe lick my fingers, and I even collapsed on the floor, yelling things down the hall and at people.  It was a great time, needless to say.  Oh, and before that we did an acoustic audition and blew the pants off of our judges.  I happened to blow the pants off Erik and Joe by coming up with all-too-fitting second guitar parts for You Will Make It Through and pulling them off flawlessly in just a couple of run-throughs.

Friday I slept all day until about 2:30 when I darted off to Wow Bao, had an amazing lunch, then set up a Twitter account (http://www.twitter.com/stephentheatre), and ran over to Clark and Harrison to meet Joe and Erik for band practice!  Of course it was a good time the whole day.  Then we had a pretty damn successful practice, ate great dinners, and ended up spending three hours watching an insane movie called Inland Empire.  I swear to you I’ve never been more disturbed or unsettled by a movie.  But ANYWAYS. 

Then Saturday came and we had a FLAWLESS run through of our songs right before we went and saw Adventureland (which was amazing).  That quick practice sesh started the day off perfectly.  Especially Joe’s new pedal made us sound boss as hell.  On the way to the movies we blasted great music- most notably Daddy’s Little Defect by Sugarcult.  We rocked out hxc to that shit and talked about The Game Of Love being one of the greatest songs ever made and Santana using neck pickups on his PRS.  After the movie we were all kinda chill and just relaxed to some Minus the Bear for the trip home… but then right before pulling into my house we rocked out mega hardcore to Koi No Mega Lover- windows down and all.  Then we practiced and it was great…  But then here’s the kicker- we added the song “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” to our repetoire of songs… and it’s INCREDIBLE.  I don’t think we could have tried making it sound any better- it’s beyond godly and exactly what I needed to get me super pumped about TWT (as if having a Twitter to update band stuffs wasn’t pump up material enough).  Then we went to mass and got some goodness in us and then went home for more groovy practicing + dinner.  Dinner was sexexcellent and afterwards we then took a trip to downtown naperville and hit up Barnes and Noble.  Joe and I read some of JTHM while Erik talked on the phone with Tiffany.  Made me miss Harriet terribly.  Then I went to the sex book section to drown my sorrows and ended up getting Joe to join me.  We were looking at a very cute book, actually, that made him and I melt with sentimentality. 

I picked up a book by Haruki Murakami, as all the talk of reading/books with Erik and Joe got me wanting to read something new.  I decided it’s exactly what I need right now in my life.  Books and movies.  I kinda need ‘em right now.  Then we went to Starbucks where we had phenomenal conversation- get us a coffeeshop and get us coffee- we will talk forever and we will talk about amazing stuff.  Came to the not-so-new realization together that life is absurdly different than it ever was and we never could see ourselves doing what we’re doing now.  Yet despite the drastic new-ness to everything, one thing is for certain- this IS exactly what we want to be doing with our lives.  Then we went grocery shopping, bought overssized gumballs and did super sweet things with them, ran around like buffoons, and rented Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist.  Twas a great night.

Now it’s Sunday.  There’s a hellofa lot of stupid-ass shit I could write about right now… but I’m not going to.  I’m going to say one thing and just leave it at that….  I miss Harriet.  The hole in my heart is gaping… and it hurts. 

Today we’re all going back to the city.  We have to be back so early because we’ve got an interview with this man who’s doing a write-up on all the bands playing at Manifest.  It’s not really a big deal, but I suppose playing at Manifest in itself is a big deal… so let’s just say this is a big deal.  Afterwards I’m just going home to rest and do homework.  Haven’t slept much this weekend.  That hole I have has made me feel incredibly restless and generally uneasy.  I do a great job of hiding it and making sure it doesn’t affect how I am with people or while I’m out.  Or even when I’m at home and I’ve got stuff to do- I make sure to drown it out and keep it away.  Yet… it’s when I’ve got nothing to do but sit around with my thoughts that it’s the loudest thing there and it’s nagging at me to acknowledge it.  I want to call her… I want to text her…  But I know that I need to be stronger than that.  Harriet needs this space and if I can’t give it to her, then I’m just going to make this pain last even longer.  I’m just… dying to have her be back in my life.  I feel ridiculously weird having her this far from me. 

But hey… it’s for the greater good, right?  I guess if I could just have some reassurance… hear her say, “Stephen.. I love you.” I could feel alright. 

I need to keep holding onto Spring Break- the amazing time that was… the words that were said…

Breathe deep, breathe easy.  Today I’ll go home, charge my phone (it’s been dead since yesterday afternoon) and call Vicky.  She’s always great at clearing my head.  I’ll write Harriet a letter too and update her on my life… that’ll also make me feel better. 

I really am having the greatest time ever with my life.  I’m more myself than ever and am more outgoing than ever.  Just… it’s like anything: people are going to talk about and focus on the bad more than the good- because the bad hurts.  You bask in your happiness, you vent about your sadness.  Just because maybe my words seem melancholy and down here does NOT mean that’s how I’m acting.  Writing is a way for me to face my demons and keep moving on.  I guess all I’m trying to say is…  Don’t judge me by what you read here.  You’re not going to see a portrait of me.  You’re going to see personal thoughts and reflections that often times are only meant to make sense to me and be a way for me to find clarity. 

Regardless…  Cheers to today.  Life is beautiful.  I’m going to go love it for all it’s worth.

She’s Something Else

It’s hard to really say what I’m feeling.  I’m all over the place.  I’ve been wanting to sit down and blog and get it all out so I can breathe easy, but it’s just too difficult.

I guess longing and anticipation are plaguing me the most.

Of course there’s Harriet… I long for her warmth, her company, her love.  And I anticipate seeing her next more than anything!
Then there’s my music; I long for results: I want full band practices with Shift in Fade and the EP to get finished with A Death Off Screen.  I anticipate shows and success with both so bad.

Outside of those realms… what else is there to me?
There are people.  People lie outside my realm and exist in my world.  Today I went out with Stacia and Amy.  That was quite wonderful.  Amy is such a funny, goofy person; she has all these adorable quirks that can only make you smile.  And of course Stacia is so full of love she’s so ready to give anyone who admits to wanting it.  We were together for 3 hours: two at lunch, one at Kohl’s.  It was a very good bonding experience I’ll always remember when I contemplate who actually still cares about me from Benet- those two sure do.  They proved it today.  

I’ve been playing a lot of video games lately.  I have to admit- the Ps3’s graphics with the HDMI cable plugged make it irresistible- it’s so fucking pretty!  Dead Space is a lot of fun though and so is Little Big Planet!  But I can already find myself being interested in shitty games just cuz they look so good.  I also really like being in the living room playing instead of being cooped away in my room.  I love having the child my mom watches, Isabelle come by me and play with her toys as I play with my own.  

Speaking of her, that little girl is so adorable.  She has two emotions: happy and frustrated.  She gets the award for best scowl out of anyone I know.  She gets really excited when I’m around… all I can hope for is that my children feel the same way.

I miss Harriet so badly.  I wish I had more to elaborate on that- but what else can I really say?  I miss her.  I need her here.  End of story.  I want her to be here so we can go running together, so we can watch movies, cook meals, cuddle, shower, sleep, make love, hold hands, drive, run errands- do everything together.  I want her to see what I’m up to and really understand it, rather than hear me just explain it all.  I always feel like my days are so uninteresting because it’s like “Oh, I recorded,” or “We had practice”… and as much as I try to elaborate, it’s probably all white noise to her- it’s all stuff she’s heard before…  But if she could be there and witness it, she’d get why it’s so cool.  Like, she doesn’t even have to be in the same room- she could be upstairs painting or something, and she could HEAR what we’re doing and see how long we’re going for and how into it we all are and what fun we’re truly having.  That’s the biggest reason why I want her here: I don’t want her missing a moment of my life. I want her to know it and understand it all.  And conversely, I don’t want to miss a moment of her life.  Time’s that we’re not together are just the biggest heartaches of all.

I’m so freaking tired.  I like haven’t slept past 8:30 since Harriet left.  And I’ve also been going to bed around midnight and been busy as balls during the day.  Tomorrow I need to SLEEP IN.  

Got my haircut tonight!  It’s short- 6 on the sides, blended into the top.  ANd I must say- the lady got it right!  So I’m excited to announce this is the first haircut in ages that I’ve gotten where I’ve been happy with it right from the start.  Yes, I am my own harshest critic, but it’s sometimes hard to get a straight answer from people, so I have to be my own.  One thing people harp on me about is how tough I am on myself about my music.  I hate when I hear that.  I NEED to be tough on myself musically!  I need to be a perfectionist, really… because my harshest critics are the people who AREN’T me and don’t KNOW me who are listening to my music.  My music needs to be perfect in every way or people just aren’t going to give a damn.  

I gotta admit- I’m kinda done playing guitar.  I’m bored by it.  Bass is still always cool to pick up… but my main interest is drumming.  I love to drum.  I love being that main backbone- guiding the band wherever I see fit.  Most of all it’s incredibly fun.  I let myself loose when I get behind that set.  

I finally conquered Highly Refined Pirates by Minus the Bear.  I am now officially well versed in all the LPs by them!  Sugoi. :)

Okay, I’m done writing.

My problem in a nutshell: Harriet thinks I’ve changed.  My other problem?  I’m depressed.

I dunno.  I’m still the optimistic, outgoing, fun-loving person Harriet always knew me to be… but she’s not feeling it.  And if I can’t convey that to her?  Then it means nothing.  But then again… I am pretty depressed.  But that’s all gonna change!  That’s all totally gonna change come tomorrow.  I’m just… turning over a new leaf completely.  It feels weird, I’ll admit, but it needs to happen.  It only feels weird because it’s so strange thinking that I haven’t been myself lately… and Harriet’s been thinking that.  But you know, fuck it.  Give it a day or two and I’ll forget that these feelings I have now ever existed.  This world of mine is going to be such a better place.  

I need to have a good day for myself… and a good day with Harriet.  Then it’s all gonna be dope.  It’s just super hard hearing her say that I’ve changed… because I’m sort of taking it the wrong way.  When she says “You’ve changed” I start overthinking like… oh no, are the words I’m saying not like me?  Is the music I’m listening to not like me?  Has everything she told me recently been a slight lie?  Did she REALLY enjoy that conversation?  

And that’s why I’m pretty depressed in the first place.  I overanalyze everything.  It’s in my nature.  Has been as long as I can remember.  Just… for a while there, everything was so obviously blissful.  How could I overanalyze anything?  ANd if/when I did?  That fear was erased immediately.  Now not only am I left with plenty of room to overanalyze… but if I start worrying about something?  That fear just sits there, festering, growing, becoming something I never want it to be.  It’s because I can’t have Harriet hold me and go, “Don’t worry.”  I just have her words.  And yes, her words are amazing… but when that’s all I have, it gets old real fast.

I dunno.  I just really wish Harriet could actually BE with me all the time.  She’d see compeltely that I’m still the same person… just a little down.  But then when I find out that she feels I’ve changed, that just makes me depressed as hey-yell.  But that’s OKAY.  I’m gonna be fine.  I can do this.  I’ve done it so many times before, why should this time be anyyy different?

Something I also realized… I haven’t been to mass in a very long time.  I thought of this only today- but I do recall getting depressed if it’d been like, over two weeks since I’d gone to mass… and once I went I was so much better!  I just felt lighter and happier.  So I’m actually SO excited to go on thursday for thanksgiving and i may very well go saturday in the evening.  And if I do leave mass feeling amazing?  I’m sure as hell quitting my job and going regularly either on my own or with Gabi.  I’m a hugely spiritual person who is greatly invested in his faith… and I haven’t practiced that faith for over 3 months.  Something’s gotta give.

I dunno.  I know where I went wrong, dammit.  I’m picking myself up.  It’s a slow process… but I’m doing it.  

My biggest problem was scheduling my life around Harriet.  I passed up so many times to go party and hang out to go talk to her.  I don’t regret it… and I was fine with it… I love talking to my baby!  But truth be told… it was hurting me more than I ever realized.  So it’s time I just did what I fucking want to do.  
Like even Saturday fucking night- I sacrificed SO much to be with her.  Last NIGHT I sacrificed a lot to be with her.  I’m done with that.  It’s not because I don’t want to talk to her or I don’t love her any single bit less… but fuck, dude.  I was being held down and I didn’t even know it- nor did she!  But now we know.  And now we make amends.  I get comments from people all the time still saying “Wow,y ou’re crazy” or “wow, this kid’s a riot!”  Yet… Harriet doesn’t know that for shit.  It’s time she knew again.

Also- people need to stop FUCKING CANCELLING ON ME.  Nothing fuckingmakes me more depressed than having fucking great plans then at the last minute hearing that it’s not happening.  THat’s where it all fucking started.  I got so depressed because all my attempts to go out and do something just kept falling apart and I soon just really gave up on trying because I felt defeated… and then it alllllll just piled on one after the other.

Whatever.  Tomorrow’s a brand new fucking day for me.  I plan to seize the shit out of it.

NITE.

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