After a conversation about old, embarassing diaries, I was compelled to search out my old Xanga. It was indeed embarassing, but also really fun to read. I could do without some of the whiny entries from my freshman year at Mizzou, but the chronicle of my senior year at Benet, almost from start to finish, has been a blast to revisit. I was so incredibly happy in every single entry, with every aspect of my life. I still am, by the way, but it’s different. I’m simply not as carefree as I was at 18. I can no longer describe a perfect day that started by “meeting Jim, RJ, and Matt on the top of the parking garage.” Why would that have even been fun? I have no idea, but I know it was. That ability to spend basically every waking moment with people I care for is one I would love to have back. Fortunately, even if the time spent together is much more brief, the quality of shared experiences is just as great. And now, those experiences take place not just in the western suburbs, but across the nation, in its capitol, and around the world.
I’ve also enjoyed revisiting the music I was reading in various entries. Matchbox 20 stands out as a particularly guilty pleasure.
