|...I want to be remembered like this.|
About a month ago Rose gave me this post card to fill out for an art project that a girl in her class is going to do in the next few years. It said on the back, "I graduate in ___. Two years from then, I will be..." and we had to fill in the blanks. On the other side we had to write in our address in two years, if we knew it, and this person is apparently going to send the cards back to us in two years. Some people, I'm sure, wrote funny things, but I took it literally and wrote what I really hope I'm going to be doing in two years. Here's what I wrote, and this is the returning-to-the-USA version of my life. (There's a whole staying-in-the-UK version too, but that one is really unrealistic.)
"I graduate in 2012. Two years from then, I will be back in the States, living in Philly, writing away and trying to get published. Hopefully I will have a job I don't hate and will be well on my way toward, if not already financially independent."
That's all I really want, to still be writing and have enough money to live. That's all I need. I'm easy, in that regard, so hopefully this is not as unrealistic as my staying-in-the-UK plan, which includes either marrying for citizenship, making it big with the next best seller and or winning the lottery and buying a castle. I just want to write and not hate my job. I don't even have to like it, not at first anyway. I just don't want to hate it. That is it.
So if the world ends tomorrow, and this is being read by the next generation of the world that has sprung up from my world's ashes and is just now discovering the internet and all that the former world once was (I'm sorry, really), I want you to know that I had a plan. I had a plan, and those amazing pink sunglasses. I had a plan, and a minor addiction to ridiculous sunglasses. Read the rest of my blog to see what else I was into, future-world-internet-discoverer, if you are so inclined. You will also see that I loved Neil Gaiman, loved living in Oxford, loved Star Wars, and loved everything that has to do with books and reading and writing. Also, you will see that I never did learn to spell, like to sometimes make up words, and enjoyed a well used hyphen. My long gone spirit will not be offended if you soon get bored, many do. It happens.
However, one thing that I am very glad happened before the end of the world is that I finally reached 50 followers. Thank you, 50th follower, you may go down in history as not only my 50th follower, but perhaps even my last follower. I promise future people, that I was not nearly as much of a tool in real life as I sound sometimes in this blog. It's all for show. What I'm trying to show exactly I'm not too sure.
We went to a poetry slam last night ('we' always meaning Alisha and I) and this guy preformed a poem about how lots of guys like girls with either big butts or big...you know...but that he likes a girl who reads. I fell in love with him a little bit. Then he did another one about teaching kids, and how worth it the job is, and I fell in love with him pretty hard. Then Alisha preformed her poem, and rocked the house. Watch it HERE, well worth your time. I'm so proud of her, I'm way to chicken to even get up and do that. Well done Alisha! Also note, future people, that I really loved my friends. All of them, all over the world, every one of them.
And my family. My mom sent me a package full of hand-made pillow cases for all my housemates. She is the sweetest; they are lovely.
I feel like, seeing as I made a big deal about the possibility of this being my last blog, that I should probably end with something profound. I've got nothing. The only advice I have for the future, if you are reading this on the cusp of remaking the world, is to just be nice. Be nice to each other and you'll all be alright. Be nice to the world too, don't mess with the planet or it will mess with you. Just to be nice might seem like really simplistic advice for a whole new generation of humans on earth, but as Jim Henson once said, "simple is good." I find it hard to argue with the creator of the Muppets (Google that one, future people, once you figure out how to use Google).
Alright, that's it for my Apocalypse blog. I'll see you on the other side of tomorrow, world, wherever that may be.