I have recently been hitting up some new blogs out there, many of them by people with my first name. I am not sure what it is about the name Justin, but we seem to stick together.
In Bellville I took a class with Justin Peck, Justin Barber, Justin Wolfe and Justin Scott (myself). Also in that class, Dustin Slater, Dustin Pfeffer and Jason Borne with Jason Bosse in the back. What a confusing day.
Justin Peck and Justin (Cody) Barber were two of my best friends in junior high. James Brown was of course my number one man and Jena my number one gal. Justin Peck and Jena dated, then James Brown and Jena dated, Justin (Cody) Barber, well he never dated Jena but he was friends with Ben Roberts who was my second friend, first guy friend, in Bellville.
That was a mouth full.
Then there was Peter Krol and Seth Johnson, Wesley Jones and Jim Jones (my greatest ally and enemy all in one). Jacob Janicek and Thomas Landers. Who could ever forget the Appling sisters? Morgan, Melody and Meredith. Marybeth Morgan, Ashley Raesner and Jessica Mishck were my girls through my sophomore and junior years at BHS…
I guess my point is this. I remember people. Why? I don’t know, somehow I can remember almost everything about a person from years ago. I remember way too much sometimes… It seems that if I get your last name memorized, you are stuck like glue into my memory. The last name is of course key.
Look at my cell phone. 264 different people with 510 different numbers. 98% of these ppl have their last names in my phone. Who does that? I do. I might not know how to spell someone’s last name, Jessica and Katie Mishck for instance, but I can tell you that they were really fun ppl. Jessica and Marybeth were great friends with Ashley, Jessica played the french horn, sat infront of James and I. We poked fun at each other all the time but really we were pretty good friends. She and Rachel Neihuus hungout together all the time haha, I remember the sombraro… oh good times, good times!
I would love to write a chapter about everyone I have met in my life, put it in a book and publish it. A tell all sort of publication, no holds barred et al.
I could cover so much, do you realize how much has happened in your life so far? Every year something HUGE happens personally and not so personally. I remember when I cried at the one year anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. I did’nt care about the bombing the year it happened, only one year later was I able to feel other peoples’ pain. Now that has become a large portion of my life, sometimes taking control of my life so that I cannot live it for myself, only for those in mourning.
Which reminds me of the original title of this post, “Good Mourning Dave”, where I was going to explore my transferable emotions… Then there was the second title “Blogging Exploration” where I was going to list off the great blogs of which I had recently made aware.
I love the idea in Harry Potter of memories. If you have read the novels you should get what I mean, especially in the newest addition to the series.
When all is lost, we still have our memories. Which is why I feel so badly for those without memories. Maybe they should blog…