Friends

I love it when old friends add me on facebook, and they don't even have a picture of their face... it's just their fucking baby. Sweet now I get to see a billion and one baby pictures until I finally get around to blocking you from my list.


Rode around on the motorcycle today. Fucking sweet action. Landlord and the rent check situation is a bitch, but I'm working on fixing it. Awesomeness shall shine through.


Other life things... gotta check on finances tonight then get shitty drunk to help get over how bad my finances are.


Apparantly I'm the goto guy for crazy new years eve shenanigans. I gotta find something and make it happen. I'm debating having a party, and having a catchy name like "booze and explosives".

More to come, provided I don't blow myself up.

Todays plans are:
-Unpack
-Call landlord, he somehow never got rent?
-Wash stuff and Organize stuff
-Ride motorcycle!
-Work on Andrews webpage.
-Go to Johnathans. Install new headlight if possible!

Alright kiddos...

So I've not been feeling facebook as much lately, and miss having a place to vent like LJ. I beleive I intend to start writing here more often, starting tonight, with a short recap of the past few whatever leading up to where I am.

So I've not been feeling Portland lately. The kids are all so scene, I'm not into any of this scene stuff, and the lack of adventure was really starting to get to me. I had a lame summer, as I traded all my personal fun for a cool job opportunity that in the end didn't take me where I had hoped to go.

So I was in Portland and the above was all sitting over my head, and it was finals week. Classes had stressed me a bit but things were okay. In life I was just getting by and doing the usual no good stuff. Trying to find a girl worth dating and not finding her, spending money I don't have, not making what I should, craving adventure and not getting it... just not being particularly stoked overall.

So then my mom calls me. She told me a wonderful story of how she'd entered a parade with her little pet dog and the dog did tricks and she won a ribbon and it made her happy. She proceed to tell me she went with my father from there to watch fireworks along my hometowns waterfront, and then she had a heart issue of an unknown variety. She collapsed unconscious to the ground, the fall breaking her colar bone in the process.

So there was my poor mom at this great high point, only to fall... and she fell far. The doctor told her she's not allowed to drive anymore, she lost a fun side job she'd picked up because of this, and for those unfamiliar with the pain of broken colar bones (i've now broken both of mine) it is a fiasco to deal with and full of pain.

Up until this point I'd been pretty selfish with my life in regards to family. I left my hometown to get far far away. Granted my father and I were physically fighting each other and I wasn't allowed to stay, but I by no means had to run accross the country. Then I stayed in Portland, rarely returning to Plymouth. Honestly New England features little of interest to me. Snowboarding on day passes is expensive, ruling out that option. People to see... yeah all the good kids leave. I felt like I was wasting time here and not getting ahead. This year for christmas I decided not to go, in favor of staying in PDX for beer and snowboarding instead.

After hearing of my moms situation, i looked at all that was available to me and figured I'd just make it happen. I bought a ticket home just hours later and decided I'd stay for christmas. The option to stay for New Years crossed my mind but at the time I was doubtful. NH can be painfully dull.


A lot was going through my head at the time of my departure frm Portland (oregon) to Plymouth (New Hampshire). This will be the year i graduate Portland State. Portland also doesn't really offer me much opportunity for advancement, and I feel the job market is beyond innundated as Portland is often hailed as the premier place for young adults to travel. I was researching a new adventure in my life. A few times returning to New England was mentioned. Now the option seemed better, as the possibility of my mother passing away is a reality.



So I came home hoping to see what NH had to offer. I spent my time with the family in Plymouth, and visited a few local friends. I even ventured out to the bars. I partook in old habits, and saw what NH had to offer. I spoke with friends in other regions of New England, and even visited old Con buddies (Con = Unitarian conference, it's not religious really but spirtiual, perhaps).

I'm glad I made the trip. Time with family and friends of family has been nice. Granted I ate like a pig and didn't exercise for two weeks (minus one day snowboarding) but I feel that I can return to New England and not only enjoy life but move forward in a positive direction. Granted I won't be moving back to my home town. There's a lot of bad blood here, and even today sitting with a group of friends and acquentince I could tell I wasn't alone. This town brews bad blood and it appears to rarely die.



So tonight is my last night in the New England. This has highlighted the start of a distinct new chapter. I'll be leaving Portland in June, probably for good, although I just may return if life i New England doesn't cut it for me. I'll be changing my focus, and it'll be a good direction for me. I look forward to this opportunity, and I'm hoping it carries me far.


Stay tuned for more randomness and adventure.

I wish LJ were keeping up with the times. Had they maintaned things a bit better and done some better social networking stuff I might actually still use this more.

My trip to NH has restored my faith that there is fun to be had here. While it's not in my home town, there's a lot going on in Southern NH, and the region isn't without it's charm. I've been wanting to leave Portland for my next adventure, I just have been uncertain where I would head next. I was trying to think of a region that would have the right attitude that I am seeking, along with the the kind of people I want, and the opportunities I'm craving.


I guess I had a suspiscion the entire time, but now I know... I wanted to move back to the Northeast and wasn't thinking about it.


Anyways... It's been a fun trip. Visiting the old con kids in Southern NH reminded me how many people i have close ties with are here. Visiting Trivia night with Jen showed me some cool people and good times in southern NH. Snowboarding at loon showed me there's slopes here, even if they're not Mt. Hood. Walking boss (a trail on loon) showed me what it meant to go fast again.


So next adventure, here I come.

Short jots on my return to NH... which I haven't written about yet but in short my mom had a heart attack. Never a better time to return to NH.


A friend I met in portland who knew me very well moved to boston to date a guy. She spent a year in the NE and then returned to Portland. She had to dig me out upon her return to simply tell me "Jesse, after being back east, you make so much sense to me now". I went out drinking at a trivia night with a bunch of east coast kids. I felt like I made sense to myself.

Plymouth isn't all that bad.

Old habits die hard.

I got good sexual advise from a fortune cookie. it said chicken later is better than an egg now.





Tomorrow: Family early XMAS with those who won't be in the NE come christmas.