"The Road Goes Ever On and On...."
I'm getting ready to pack up my computer, preparing for the 2 minute trek around the corner to my new abode at 1320 for next semester.
I'm did not graduate this year, which doesn't bother me. The fact that I didn't partake in this year's ceremonies doesn't bother me. My worthless advisor failing to inform me that I was 9 credits shy doesn't even bother me. Other than the financial strain, I really wasn't too upset about the current state of affairs until today. Today it hit me. Something is bothering me - tremendously.
I'm going to miss my friends.
I know I am the king off all things sarcastic and emotionless, but permit me if you would, just one post of naked emotion and then I'll release the wise-ass Pat you've come to know and tolerate.
Many of this year's graduating seniors I fully intend to stay in touch with. I will make every effort, bypass any obstacle, climb every mountain and ford every stream I must to that end, but at the same time I'm a realist and it is well within the range of probability that I say goodbye to some of these people for the last time.
This realization hit me like an adamantium clawed fist to the gut in the wee hours of this morning, as I sat, smoking a cigarette and dozing.
I know Live Journal is just about as lame a venue for emotional expression as any medium there is, but I know myself far too well to entertain the possibility of getting any of this out in person. I'd clam up, arch an eybrow, smirk one corner of my mouth, light up a smoke and say an off-color joke to difuse the situation, and escape the moment.
All that being said, I still want to at least, in some small way, express what I'm feeling right now.
So here goes nothing...
The Martin Boys
Antonio, Benny, Mike, Vito, Min, Jimmy... even fuckin' McDade. Though I've drifted from their ranks over the past four years, they are still responsible for the best commune in which I've ever had the priviledge of being imprisoned. As long as the T-Shirt lives, so too shall they. MHB for life.
The Leahy floor of death:
Mark, Ryan, Weezer, Charlie, Rob, and all of the criminals with whom I've enjoyed many poker games and because of whom I've weathered many an interrogation by public safety.
Meaney and Brad:
The antichrist and the Jesus killer. Compatriots in making-fun-of, and all around pranksters who accomplished something I thought impossible: They had a biting sarcastic wit and dark, twisted sense of humor that surpasses even my own. Their moviemaking expertise will be put to good use. Scott will be here next year, thankfully, but separating him and Brad in my mind is like releasing a Mario game without Luigi (....) and therefore, even though we will continue to hang out, I must mourn the death of the duo.
My roommates
Jeff... a compatriot in Lord of the Rings geekiness and someone who puts up with my insomnia and late night moviewatching (with the bass all the way up) better than anyone on the other side of my paper thin wall should be expected to. An awesome kid, and someone I can honestly admit looking up to.
Luchko
This fucker I KNOW I'm gonna see again because he's a highschool friend. My roommate freshman year. We almost killed each other, but he's still a bud. The missing link between high school and college, he's always game for a laugh, and he's just a cool guy, 'nuff said.
Grinch
He got me in trouble with the Korean, fucked with my shit in Martin, framed me with Public safety, and yet the shady bastard still makes me laugh. I'll miss the devlish "I-just-fucked-your-grandma" grin, and his batman like ability to vanish into thin air.
The Theater Kids...
Chrissie
Hard to imagine someone that pretty could be that funny and cool. As fun to be around as she is to watch on stage, she gives hope to the male gender that there exist hot chicks who are not crazy.
Carl
whether it be with council or a wisecrack that will make you cry with laughter, this idiot is jut plain cool. It's no suprise that everyone loves it when he's around and asks at least three times a night "Where's Carl?" when he's not. It's also no suprise the man has no enemies... except the Scranton police.
Ethan
Whether it be a deck of cards, a keg of beer or slightly more illegal substances, the man always come through in a clutch. He's Santa Clause, a teddy bear and a great entertainer all in one. He's also my role model for the "Super Senior".
Colleen
She's a witch. and a kickass one. She laughs at all my meanspirited jokes and is never afraid to throw her own onto the table. It's because of her that Beltane will always be marked on my calendar.
Dale
All Hail Queen of the Theater. It's no secret that with regard to personality traits, I rank comedy very high, and when Dale's around it is a foregone conclusion that "comedy" and "very high" are synonymous.
Rachael
Quite possibly my polar opposite. But that doesn't mean she doesnt' rock or that I didn't enjoy any time I was lucky enough to spend with her. As talented as she is tiny, she'll go as far as she wants to and has already proven she can weather any storm (Even geeky comic book asshole hurricaines)
Suzy
Only one thing puts me in a state of complete oblivion in which I lose all powers of being humorous and Suzy has been the prime supplier of said comedic kryptonite. What are our boring nights of chilling out going to be like without you? Will it be just Rob, Brian, Ernie and I watching the Dark Side of Oz and mocking Jon's rediculousness? Better not be, because you're a local and your sudden absenses will be met with death. And by death I mean we will sick Jimmy, Queen of the Desert on your youth-corrupting ass.
C.
Ryan
Joyce
Who would have guessed that the man who was once just my gay RA who nearly killed us all in a horrendous fire in Leahy, would turn out to be someone it is going to physically hurt to miss. Only someone as funny, caring, and as utterly redunculous as Ryan could make the Beast's lair a haven for the reality challenged members of the Scranton players. Queen of paradoxes - An unkempt gay baseball fan, a senior citizen with the heart of a child - he's someone I want to still be close with when Scranton is long in the past and I have children of my own... even if they aren't allowed near him untill they are 18.
and thus we come to the Comic Group. The Leahy Squad. The Justic League, The Outsiders and the Brotherhood of Evil Dorks all in one.
Jon
The Clark Kent to my Pete Ross. My partner in refrencing. The softspoken giant who says nothing untill that pefect moment presents itself and out comes a Ghostbusters quote about Vigo the Carpathian that makes me lose bladder control. If a chance for a movie quote occurrs, and I KNOW no one else in the room will get it, I still fucking make it because I know Jon will laugh. If he's not even THERE - if I'm in Philly and he's navigating the frozen tundras of Connecticutt - I will STILL Make the fucking quote, because I know somewhere Jon is laughing. He lives the farthest away, and it kills me that it will be difficult to commune with this evil genius as frequently as I'd like, but I take comfort in the knowledge that when I'm rich and powerful, and Jon, with the backing of LexCorp, turns a small town in Kansas into a booming Metropolis, we will have no trouble taking our private jets and choppers to meet each other and hang out in port jervis... also known as the LexCorp lobby.
Steve-O
What is there to be said about this boy that hasn't already been said about every child rapist in recorded history. He's one of the only people on the planet that can truly piss me off and for that I applaud him. He has his values and he sticks to them, and he never misses a beat to let some of the air out of my significantly overinflated ego. He is the only one with whom I can truly let my inner geek out. Our conversations about the Merry Marvel Marching Society and the value of mechanical web shooters over organic - as sad is this is to admit in print - are memories I will cherish. He is the man that knocked my sense of cool out the window and reminded me it was ok to like batman. His outgoing nature is the reason I have three of my best friends, and he has my gratitude.
Joe
Take equal parts Socrates, Plato, Keruac, Robbins, Gaimen and Graffen, throw them in a blender, add a huge helping of guinee and bullshit, push the button and you get this minsunderstood prince of shade. I've spent many a night and a significant portion of lung tissue discussing everything from philosphy to religion to the workings of the universe with him and consider myself smarter having known him. I've run through just about every emotion my granite heart is capable of producing with the kid, and still he remains one of my closest friends with whom I'd trust any secret. I will miss our palavars the most. He is also the reason I will die of lung cancer at 40.
And he makes-a-one helluva pizza-pie!
There are so many that have gone unmentioned, and it is not a slight to any of them. Some are hard to put into words, some I've forgotten about due to my insomnia and this 72-hour-day I'm having, and some I may not like. Wrack your brains to decide which you are.
I'm kidding of course, my enemies know who they are. and they are few. Fewer than I'd have expected, whereas the allies listed above are more than I would have ever predicted or could have asked for.
I've valued the years you've been in my life and if Steve-O is right and there is a god, I pray to he/she/it that there will be many more years.
Love is not a word I toss around. I've never said to a girlfriend because I want to mean it. But that's no excuse for not saying it to my friends. And to those of my friends on this list and those that aren't, know that I love you guys, even if I make fun of you to no end and take you for granted.
Having said all that, I'm going to clam up, arch an eyebrow, smirk one corner of my mouth and go light up a smoke.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Pat.
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