Aren't First Post Suppose to Have a Cool Title?

Well, here I am. My first blog post. Not my very first, of course. I use to write all the time on journalspace.com however I got busy and heard a rumor they closed everything down. Haven't really felt like looking into the matter! I joined here instead because it seems to be where practically my whole family is blogging away all their little lives and details. So I might as well join the party, right?

I'm not even sure what to write at this point. I could indulge in what my life is currently like and how it came to be or I could talk about the weather, music, movies. It could be anything I want. That's the whole purpose of a blog. However, I don't really feel like talking about myself right now. Odd, isn't it? Most people are very self-centered, whether it's good or bad, and often just talk and talk and talk without even realizing it. Like what I'm doing now. Hmm...

Some other thing is on my mind right now. I'm watching one of my favorite movies on Xbox Live Netflix. Which is really handy, by the way. Although my heart is a bit heavy.

One of my dearest friends has gone to India today! He just wrote me saying he made it there and asked how I was doing. That seemed really silly to me, but that's just Scott. He's one of the nicest guys I've never even met. We've been writing (aim, email, myspace) friends for a really long time now. I'd say five-ish years but my math could be wrong. He use to live in Georgia then moved to Colorado before my eighteenth birthday. I always had wanted to meet him face-to-face, to shake his hand, to give him a hug, to pull him into a headlock and give the boy a noogie! It never flew through even with us being only a day apart from each other. Maybe we just weren't meant to actually meet? I don't know why we wouldn't. For the longest time Scott was my bestest friend in the whole world. I could tell him a lot of everything and he told me things, also. You know, bestfriendie stuff. My family went through a really tough time and during our whole year of moving from home to home, I lost touch with him.

I finally got ahold of him again and we spoke on and off a lot. And now, he's in India. Doing his heart's will, something that makes him feel like he is part of the world, something for the greater good. I'm not really allowed to talk about it. Tourism is shun upon in many places, if you catch my meaning. ;] Putting that in the closet, I just wanted to mention how proud of him I was. I have 'grown up' with him in a way and I feel confident in saying that who he is is exactly how I pictured him growing up to be and so much more. Sure, he went through a few heart aches I wouldn't wish on anyone, but it made him more aware of things, more aware of himself. He once said he was going to grow up and be Spongebob and we'd live in a house with pineapple wallpaper, it's something I still remember and smile about often even after all of his acclompishments and our talks it's my favorite.

So, this post is dedicated to my SpongeScott. May your heart be full of Love and God's word and may your mind be a half blank slate so as to learn new customs and loves. I lurve you, buddy. And someday, especially since you went to India, you better meet up with me. I think we each other enough to at least get a myspace picture together!

xoxo
Alexis