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So! Since the last time I updated I've been travelling. I have seen sunsets and sunrises that would make anyone pause, but I was lucky enough to be in the car. Lucky enough? Yes. Being in the car when it's just you, you litterally encapsulate yourself with your thoughts and your emotions. Obviously this leaves open the fact that not all thoughts are easy to deal with when you're by yourself. At the same time we are all aware that some things need to be spoken and some things need to be contained and examined without any kind of verbalization.
I don't know what will come of all this quiet, self-exploration (if anything,) but I have discovered a small sense of self that previously had been left unilluminated. I'm not sure I have the nessecary wit and charm to accurately describe this small epiphany, but rest assured if I were asked in an in-person fashion by someone who could allow me to flood them with my brain waves, I could express the concept at the very least.
Anyway, this weekend I am travelling to Montclair State University to see a whole bunch of friends perform in:
Parade
February 16, 17, 18 @ 7:30pm
February 17 @ 1pm and February 19 @ 2pm
Alexander Kasser Theatre
I think that's all for now...be good to each other.
-Bell
P.S.- I found this and needed to share:
 ...just sayin'
The preceding image is from a t-shirt website called Threadless. | | |
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*ahem*
It has been exactly one year to the day since I began this thing. My updates have been erratic at best, and never up to par with certain of my counterparts. When I noticed that my one-year anniversay was coming up, I was struck with the timing. But that's not really where this begins...
Recently, my camera broke. Not a big deal really. I like to take pictures, a lot. I think it's an awesome way to remember truly amazing things. Except suddenly I was faced with the idea that I won't be able to as readily capture images of the people and places I go. This concept led me to really examine the pictures I have, and notice the pictures I don't.
This is a collection of pictures I have, of the people who have made me laugh, or laughed with me...or maybe at me. Whatever. These are all people that I care about. They are my brothers, sisters, my son, my friends, rockstars, and people I love. Careful now Matt, "love" is a dangerous word to just throw around. But why should I be careful with the concept of putting myself out there and trying to accept and care for these people? I shouldn't. HA! It was a trick question.
Not everyone made it into this picture, and if you find yourself missing then the odds are, I don't have a good picture of you. The "splash" picture that began this post was constructed to serve as a representation. I want everyone who would read this to know that I think they're stupendous. Because who else would care besides my friends
Anyway, this is all leading me here: I love you all. Thank you for helping me along the way. I hope you are all blessed to be surrounded by the same amount of wonderful people, and I hope you make sure to tell them how much they fucking rock.
Stay awesome, and make sure you turn up the Cowbell!
-Teh Bell
PS- FENWAY IS KING! | | |
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Yup. I'm here. The Bell has moved to University Park. I am closer to
some things, and farther away from other things. Luckily the internet
knows very few boundaries (I apologize to any of my readers attempting
to check in from China.)
I have begun classes. My COMM classes are all tedious and "foy my
major" whatever that means, but my Oceanography class...I'm
serious...it's fun. I'm all but positive my prof. is a true-blue
granola warrior, complete with greyed out ponytail and a marijuana farm
(probably somewhere on campus) Classes are not that hard to get to and
from, so for at least the first few weeks I'll make a major effort to
go to all of them.
My apartment is one you should all be familiar with, in one way or
another. I live with The Master Of Prose, zifty. I know, I know...we're
predestined to fail. However in the week I've been here we have cleaned
the entire apartment twice, and even redecorated a bit. So there. We
have filled the fridge, bought paper plates and bowls, plastic cups and
untensils. I'm not saying it's going to be perfect, what I am saying
is: Screw you, we're going to make it work if for no other reason than
to prove you all wrong. Jerks.
As for the transition...well it's not easy. I don't want to go to much
into it, because who wants to read that crap? Not you, and not me. I'm
doing okay, and at least I can say that I like my apartment, and my
classes. I miss quite a few people, quite a bit. I hope I can hear from
many of them soon, especially now that my computer is up and running.
I think that's all from me for now, please be nice to each other and stay awesome.
Love,
Father Bell
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