Turtle

I may have mentioned this before, but a few months ago, I got offered a job working at a wedding. It would be my first-ever art job, which was really cool. All I had to do was draw the guests at this wedding. Well, see, they wanted a caricature artist, which I am not. So, they basically had to settle for my more anime-style drawings. They were totally cool with that, though. They were the most chill wedding couple I've ever met. But because I wasn't exactly what they wanted, among other factors, I did the job for free.  I saw it as more of an opening, if anything. Expand my portfolio, to say the least. Another problem was my lack in vehicles... How on earth was I going to get to a wedding that was 2 hours away? Our solution was to have her stepdad come and pick me up on his way down. It was slightly out of the way, but he still was willing to do the job. Great... so I was going to have to drive 2 hours with some strange old guy who, as I had been told, was going to be telling weird jokes the whole time? Not to mention the wedding was going to be all day. That, my friends, means I would wake up at 7 and go to sleep at 12. I can't say I was totally bummed, but I wasn't exactly psyched.

"Its for my career, it's for my career, it's for my career..."

Those are the words I was thinking when Mr. Stepdad pulled up. From the moment I stepped in the car, I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. "I have to ride two hours with some 19 year old college art student...??". Oh dear... this might be a long trip.

But...

That wasn't the case. I didn't even notice the two hours go by. Scott, as he had introduced himself, was hilarious. We became fast friends. He had a really cool taste in music, never sticking to just one genre. He had everything on his iPod from NSYNC to Katy Perry to Black Eyed Peas to some spiritual earthy music.  To say the least, we always had a cool song on. He talked about a bunch of movies that I need to see (Hum... Kill Bill, Long Kiss Goodbye, and... something else?), and after hearing that I liked Jpop, he told me about this hilarious SNL skit. And even in all of the joking, he had his serous moments. He was just an overall cool person. The entire wedding was quite draining, drawing people for 8 hours, so hanging out with him was a relief. On the way home, we even did a chinese fire drill (though we had to pass on the dance party in the gas station parking lot...). He was really one of the best parts of the day. 4 hours in the car has amounted to endless inside jokes that I can't seem to make with some of my friends. I wish I could say more about Samurai Scott, but it really wouldn't hold a candle to how cool he was.

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On another note... last night, I dreamt about him. And no, I'm not talking about Scott. That'd be weird. Him. That one person who destroyed love for me. But no, I can't give him that much credit. I destroyed love for myself by letting myself be hurt so badly by him. I don't know why I dream about him so often. I hardly ever think about him in my waking hours. He's such a different person now, not even the type I'd be interested in. And I've changed drastically, too. I'm not so dependent anymore. So why is it that he still haunts me? Could it be that I secretly long for that love? I was looking at my brother and sister's prom photos, and... I felt jealous. Perhaps I'm not as solid as I thought I was? But that solidness is what keeps me going. Don't let anything hold you back... You must fulfill your dreams. Nothing is more important than that.


Honestly, I don't expect you to understand the turtle thing. It's an inside joke.