Thread: Tell me about... your 2008

its been great! much more freedom. first car, first legit job, into my senior year, getting into colleges etc.

Good to hear ^^ What's so fun about jobs anyway

getting money. haha. im planning on taking a year off so it should help a lot. also you get to meet new people, have a good laugh. at least where i work. its nice =p

The best year in the first trimester of my life, I forsee. In college, got good grades, complete freedom... Next year I'm going to a different college. It's going to be... Tough.

Out of 'high school' and on gap year. I hope the future turns out well.

well only have a couple more months in school. thinking of moving. had ups downs and arounds.. basics... the year went by sooo fast.....

It was alright, went and saw my gf for a month in the summer, the rest of the summer I delivered pizzas which is a boss job just riding around all day with music blaring

this past college semester was kind of hard but I still pulled out a 3.7 on the semester, so its all good.

all in all, cant wait for next year ^_^

2008 started with me ending my 3 yr long relationship. Somewhere in the middle of the year I graduated from college and moved to South Korea to teach English. And now the year is ending with me getting ready for a trip to China. Life didn't turn out so bad, methinks.

Like most teenagers, this year has been very... life-changing.

I was a senior in high school, graduated, and started college... so yeah... lots of stuff happened.

-I met some new people who I let get close, and I let other people whom I had known already get much closer
-I ended my five year long blog... (I've changed a lot since eighth grade)
-I found a true soul-mate, but they didn't quite find me...
-I moved on, and it very much hurt, from the truest love I've ever known.
-I've gotten slightly more mature and wise... just slightly
-I went to prom!
-I got my first legitimate job at an amusement park
-I started college!
-I've lost someone in my family close to me for the first time

-I joined an awesome forum and (coincidentally) WILD'd for the first time!

2008 was extremely life/personality-changing as well. Many, many thing a happened both good, bad, and braindamaging.

I think the beginning to my 2008 was a foreboding of the year to come. I don't remember the countdown, I don't remember my foot getting run over by my friends car, and I don't remember having my friends burn cigs onto my forearm symmetrically. It was an awesome New Years.

February 28th, 2008 was my first time doing acid. Almost a month later did it for my second time, on March 29th. I know because I wrote this on said date:

Originally Posted by CoLd BlooDed

the documentary

the letters spin and spin again
the vibrations of time forever in sync with sound
the sexual sensuality of sexual desires
feasted on by women of only hollywood proportion
swinging on her legs smiling
the universe swirls in my old eyes, in everything I see
catch the train of thoughts before they depart
they'll keep going on after you're done
you can't have my universe, you can't take it away
listening to others yet taking it away
every syllable strikes a chord
accounting up to an otherwise unheard intoxication
of every single sound, a symphony
an orchestra of everything in existence
everything on a certain level,
everything beautiful.
always moving forward, never backward
the people are moving on down the line, watch it.

I forget how many more times there were for a while. Grad weekend came, grad weekend went; final exams came, final exams went.

Then Mexico, where I made some really good friends not just including people of the group that came but natives to the country as well. I discovered that I could speak spanish fairly well and enough to carry on a conversation and comprehend. I still have two girls from Guadalajara that I have on my MSN and speak to always to keep practicing even if only through text.

I got back from Mexico on July 2nd. Got my first full time job at the construction site in my city - ten minutes away from my house - on July 6th. There were at least seven or eight friends that I went there with school.

I got caught with an ounce and a half of mushrooms by the police on my way up to a campsite with some buddies. It was horrible because it never would've happened if my friends hadn't hotboxed the truck the night before, and if the convoy of three vehicles never had been speeding and caused us to get pulled over (from going 60 in a 50 zone). The cop was asking us if we knew why we were getting pulled over, and then out of nowhere said 'Alright, who's got the dope?' My heart leapt into my throat because I didn't know if it was actually happening, and our moments hesitation provoked his declaration of us being under arrest. At the time I didn't even know you could be arrested for pot, it was fucked.

Just so happened that my bag of mushrooms were in my backpack resting inbetween my legs. Oh yeah, also at that time I had my crazy blue mohawk - great timing. They searched my backpack, and that was the first thing they found. I got handcuffed, thrown in the back of the car, and taken to the detachment. You know what sucks? They weren't even all my drugs, I was just holding them in my backpack for everyone because I never thought we were going to be pulled over nevertheless ARRESTED. Oh yeah, and my 18th birthday was the next day, so I still counted as a minor (dad had to be contacted). The funny thing is that I talked my way out of it, demonstrated through intense verbal use of reflecting myself as a (semi)intellectual individual. I talked to them about school and university, who I was as a person, my goals, etc. They took me from the cell and agreed not to charge me ("We're having difficulties running you through the court system, so we're not charging you.") It was the greatest feeling of my life.

Camping after was great. I finally learned how to sing (albeit in front of large groups of people) and had what I like to call my musical epiphany. I became closer with lots of people on this trip, it was a really really good experience that changed me as an individual that I am still aware of to this day. (For instance, when I was talking to people the day after I was arrested - at the campfire - the voice that came out of my mouth sounded almost alien even to myself whilst I was speaking).

Started working a LOT. Hard work, too. Got built from it. Through summer I changed up my friends and started making some really, really good ones. Kids that were way different and more alike to myself in a lot more ways than one. The Observers, I like to call them. Did lots of drugs and small amounts of drinking but copious amounts during those amounts. Kept working, kept working, watched as friends and family struggled around me. September 3rd, birthday. Two weeks later, birthday party in my basement suite; went well, ended up in eight cop cars at my house. Kept working, kept working, stopped my partying and chillin' and drinkin' and smokin' and got my head into the game for university.

Now I'm still working, still working, earning enough to pay for my first year (rest will be taken care of by the Metis). I'm the last 18 year old on the site, having outlasted dozens of layoffs, transfers, and quittings. Nobody is left on the site (it's about a month and a half away from being totally complete, an entire 6 years of work wrapping up - it's insanely trippy). There's five other guys from my company that I work with that are all older than me, my only real friends being my spanish buddies who I consistly practice my spanish with. I'm more fluent than ever before. Todavia estoy aprendiendo. Still playing guitar. Still singing. Still growing up year to year, the last of each being more and more revolutionary than the one before it.

There's my essay of my 2008.

Originally Posted by CoLd BlooDed

2008 was extremely life/personality-changing as well. Many, many thing a happened both good, bad, and braindamaging.

I think the beginning to my 2008 was a foreboding of the year to come. I don't remember the countdown, I don't remember my foot getting run over by my friends car, and I don't remember having my friends burn cigs onto my forearm symmetrically. It was an awesome New Years.

February 28th, 2008 was my first time doing acid. Almost a month later did it for my second time, on March 29th. I know because I wrote this on said date:



I forget how many more times there were for a while. Grad weekend came, grad weekend went; final exams came, final exams went.

Then Mexico, where I made some really good friends not just including people of the group that came but natives to the country as well. I discovered that I could speak spanish fairly well and enough to carry on a conversation and comprehend. I still have two girls from Guadalajara that I have on my MSN and speak to always to keep practicing even if only through text.

I got back from Mexico on July 2nd. Got my first full time job at the construction site in my city - ten minutes away from my house - on July 6th. There were at least seven or eight friends that I went there with school.

I got caught with an ounce and a half of mushrooms by the police on my way up to a campsite with some buddies. It was horrible because it never would've happened if my friends hadn't hotboxed the truck the night before, and if the convoy of three vehicles never had been speeding and caused us to get pulled over (from going 60 in a 50 zone). The cop was asking us if we knew why we were getting pulled over, and then out of nowhere said 'Alright, who's got the dope?' My heart leapt into my throat because I didn't know if it was actually happening, and our moments hesitation provoked his declaration of us being under arrest. At the time I didn't even know you could be arrested for pot, it was fucked.

Just so happened that my bag of mushrooms were in my backpack resting inbetween my legs. Oh yeah, also at that time I had my crazy blue mohawk - great timing. They searched my backpack, and that was the first thing they found. I got handcuffed, thrown in the back of the car, and taken to the detachment. You know what sucks? They weren't even all my drugs, I was just holding them in my backpack for everyone because I never thought we were going to be pulled over nevertheless ARRESTED. Oh yeah, and my 18th birthday was the next day, so I still counted as a minor (dad had to be contacted). The funny thing is that I talked my way out of it, demonstrated through intense verbal use of reflecting myself as a (semi)intellectual individual. I talked to them about school and university, who I was as a person, my goals, etc. They took me from the cell and agreed not to charge me ("We're having difficulties running you through the court system, so we're not charging you.") It was the greatest feeling of my life.

Camping after was great. I finally learned how to sing (albeit in front of large groups of people) and had what I like to call my musical epiphany. I became closer with lots of people on this trip, it was a really really good experience that changed me as an individual that I am still aware of to this day. (For instance, when I was talking to people the day after I was arrested - at the campfire - the voice that came out of my mouth sounded almost alien even to myself whilst I was speaking).

Started working a LOT. Hard work, too. Got built from it. Through summer I changed up my friends and started making some really, really good ones. Kids that were way different and more alike to myself in a lot more ways than one. The Observers, I like to call them. Did lots of drugs and small amounts of drinking but copious amounts during those amounts. Kept working, kept working, watched as friends and family struggled around me. September 3rd, birthday. Two weeks later, birthday party in my basement suite; went well, ended up in eight cop cars at my house. Kept working, kept working, stopped my partying and chillin' and drinkin' and smokin' and got my head into the game for university.

Now I'm still working, still working, earning enough to pay for my first year (rest will be taken care of by the Metis). I'm the last 18 year old on the site, having outlasted dozens of layoffs, transfers, and quittings. Nobody is left on the site (it's about a month and a half away from being totally complete, an entire 6 years of work wrapping up - it's insanely trippy). There's five other guys from my company that I work with that are all older than me, my only real friends being my spanish buddies who I consistly practice my spanish with. I'm more fluent than ever before. Todavia estoy aprendiendo. Still playing guitar. Still singing. Still growing up year to year, the last of each being more and more revolutionary than the one before it.

There's my essay of my 2008.

You have a very odd relationship with drugs, Kale. Like, trying acid for the first time is a positive thing that happened to you...

But at the same time, you just happened to have some mushrooms and almost got sentenced for possession. What a way to start your criminal record, huh? The day you turn 18 you get a big fat possession charge. :[

Good thing you slid your way out of that one. Proud of ya, buddy!

This year has only been extraordinary in it's shitty-ness.

but i will only say the good things with hopes of being optimistic.

i became a senior in high school. passed my first semester with flying colors. am currently working on second. we moved into our new school which is still being constructed. don't ask, i don't get it either. I lost my virginity, and took leaps and bounds as a musician. became obsessed with dystopian literature.

and i went insane for a month from smoking salvia. don't ask, i don't get it either.

i grew to love static and any other variety of extremely odd noises due to a significant change in my taste in music.

wrote and recorded an albums worth of material. it kinda sucks but hey, that's why it's the first one.
i figured out A LOT of shit. and somehow ended up with more questions than i started with.

It was nothing.

Originally Posted by Amaze

What a way to start your criminal record, huh? The day you turn 18 you get a big fat possession charge. :[

Good thing you slid your way out of that one. Proud of ya, buddy!

Haha, yeah it was fucked. But because they didn't charge me a criminal record was never created, the only consequence I received was my name being in the police computer. The way I just launched my plan to talk my out of it was incredible in retrospect. It was executioned perfectly... I got to show my true self in a span of thirty minutes and it won the cops over.

2008, come to think of it, was probably the strangest year of my life.

Oh, and for the record anyone who has read this or the above post and passed judgement on me, I passed senior year with honour roll and recieved the good effort award. I found my limits during my
'use' (which was an oxymoronic risk within itself: learning limits while risking getting addicted to something), discovering I don't have an addictive personality whatsoever. I can start and stop anything without (immediate) consequence. From the acid I never had a problem going to sleep on it or waking up feeling refreshed, and normal. I never felt crazy or grew paranoid or became a bumbling hippy for weeks after. About a month and a half ago I even quit smoking pot and drinking regularly, and way before that I stopped all the other shit too (I think summer). Things are good now.

I found it to be very bland aside from my numerous schizophrenic episodes.

They do have medication for that, DD.

Oh, they do? I didn't know.

hm... my year was probably as good as it could possibly get being a teenager in high school.

I began living my dream of seeing the world when I went to Australia and New Zealand, and I started planning my humanitarian trip to Africa which I'll be going on in June.

Although it doesn't sound like any big deal, I joined Cross Country, and it was actually one of the highlights of my life for many reasons, not just the running part

I Finally started making really good friends. I've always had friends, but it feels like I'm finally hanging around people who I can actually relate now.

Because of the last two reasons, this has been the best year of high school for me, however I still hate the school part of high school as much as ever.

I spent one of the most enjoyable weeks of my life at Lake Powell with my extended family. My cousins are more amazing than any of the friends I've ever had. Seriously lucked out on that one, having probably the absolute coolest people on the planet being part of my family.

I basically I scratched off half my life bucket list in one summer (which makes me feel like I should make it longer) And they were kind of big things too. Some were fun things, like underground whitewater rafting in the glow worm caves in New Zealand, hiking through the Australian Rainforest, Zorbing. And then more meaningful things that have to do with things I wanted to learn to do, things I wanted to overcome, people I wanted to become friends with, etc.

It was a very good year for me

hmm... I don't even remember much of 2008 All I know is that huh, I celebrated christmas and new years eve

I don't remember celebrating either. Christmas wasn't fun and I slept through New Years.

Well actually I do remember something! I had my 18 years birthday!

Nice. I played hop-scotch on my 17th birthday.