| NOVEMBER 3RD 2002 * Numeric Incidents * |
| So I went home this weekend to see the Knicks play in Philly while sitting in a skybox and drinking free beer (Knicks lost by the way and they didn't have Miller Lite) and on the drive home from Stroudsburg, I got to thinking...a scary activity, no doubt, but I decided the risk was worth it and kept doing it anyhow. I was thinking about how something was back in the day when I moved to Pennsylvania and I thought "Yeah, that was about 3 or 4 years ago...and then I got out my counting fingers and realized that this July, I will have been living in PA for 7 years! SEVEN YEARS! Seven years is a long ass time! That guy went to Tibet for SEVEN YEARS and someone wrote and book and made a movie about it! Hot Damn. Seven years. But this is not just one single realization. Actually, I have at least 3 written, but unpublished journal entires about these isolated numeric incidents that I've been having the past few months, but I didn't feel that they were strong enough to serve as an entire entry on their own, but since this past weekend, I've gotten the "tacklin' fuel" (as Bobby Boucher would say) to sit down and bust out all my griping that for some strange reason, you people like to read about. A month ago, I turned 20. TWENTY. That's two decades of MEG. Once again scary, yes I know. That's really freaking old. Of course, it's funny that as 'really freaking old' as that is, it is still just one year too young for the United States of American to consider me elderly enough to buy and drink beer. Little do they know.... Two months ago, I dyed my hair back to its natural color. For some of you, Bucktown and Parkside people in particualr, you've only ever known me as blond, but yes...deep inside my head are (GASP) brunette roots. I was a blond for 8 years...EIGHT YEARS. That was almost a decade of being blond. So on top of dying my hair and growing another year older, I realized this weekend that I'm not as yong or New York-ish as I used to me. Hell, the Long Island accent went years ago (except when I am really really drunk, which is quite amusing...just ask my roommates!) and I don't miss sidewalks and I like being able to have some privacy when I'm at my parents house (woo naked tanning!) but have I really changed that much in seven years? Actually, I probably should have seen this whole thing coming. Earlier this week I was sitting in the lobby of Rosenkrans, the home of MCOM majors at ESU and I found the newest issue of Family Fun magazine lying around, so I started flipping through it and found a picture of this little girl who, I swear to God, looks just like me when I was in sixth grade only with less ugly and less blue glasses. I felt like calling this girl and saying "I feel your pain...it does get better" So naturally, after seeing that picture, I started thinking back and getting sappy and nostalgic (I wish they had some sort of pill I could take to prevent that sort of thing) and thinking back to the days of yore... Needless to say, it got worse once I had my "seven year" realization. Last night I sat down and watched almost every video project that I ever made for school and just looked at myself over the years and, much to my amusmement, the various stages my hair has been through. I just pray that one day, should I be famous or horribly killed that the media does NOT find these old movies. Not that the recent ones are all that much better. In addition to that little girl who looked just like me, I've been really feeling the need to go to Long Island for a little while. They say you can never go back, and that's totally true, but it would be nice to go back and just look for a little while and pretend. The way my life turned out in PA was just great and I had so many oppertunities and adventures and I got to drive earlier than everyone else, but I'll always wonder what things would have been like had I never moved... I'll always wonder about that, no doubt, since human beings always seem to focus onthe "What If" but at the same time, I think about all the great things and people that I would have missed out on if I hadn't moved. Ooh...tough one. You guys figure it out and I'll work on some homework (PS: Check later this week (hopefully) for pictures of the new old haircolor and possibly of the little girl who I think look like sixth grade Meg...that means anyone who went to Meadow should bust out their yearbook to compare) |
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