The evolution of the blog.

It’s funny. I’ve had more to write about recently than ever before, and yet this blog of mine has remained pretty much static. Previously, I wrote about shows and sadness, as those were the dominating forces in my life. A lot of times, I was forcing myself to write, sometimes for posterity, sometimes to gain some pity, as ridiculous and stupid as that sounds. I still write for posterity in some cases (I am long overdue for a few show recaps), but mostly it’s just one of those times where “I am so happy. I just want to shout it from the top of a mountain, but I don’t really have a mountain. I mean, have you looked a topographical map of Missouri lately? Pitiful! So I guess this blog will have to suffice.” Yeah. That’s where I am.

Literally, I am currently at school, sitting in the library with time to kill. We’ve got an assembly in twenty minutes or so where a few players from the Rams are going to tell us how cool voting is. Awesome. Actually, I am pretty interested in this election. I won’t get to vote, but I still want to be well informed. I’ve watched the conventions and I might try to go to the vice presidential debate in town next month. I do tend to lean toward the conservative side, so I support McCain, but I think the republican party could have done better. Obama isn’t the antichrist, but he worries me a little.

School’s going okay so far. Grades are pretty good, and I actually like some of my classes. Newspaper is fun. Our first issue comes out this Friday. I’ll have to blog my anti-disney channel column. It’s really sarcastic and I use the phrase “figurative teat.” Good stuff.

That’s all I really have to say for now. I don’t feel like delving into anything deep, and the principal is only a few feet away. I just felt like I should update this thing. Mostly because someone told me to. So there you go. Hope all is well in your world, wherever that may be. Till next time.

Christopher Michael Tucker.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Vampire Weekend lately. Don’t tell anyone.

The feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best.

Man. You know, if it wouldn't seem silly to post a huge mushy blog about how love feels, I'd definitely tell you. I'd at least try. I'd mention how you can't stand to be apart from this person for more than a few minutes. I'd talk about how you can be laying right next to the person, and still not be close enough. I'd probably say something about how just when you think you can't possibly fall more in love, you do. And continue to. How every time you see the person, the feeling gets even stronger. I'd talk about how all you want to do is write this person the sweetest, most tender-hearted love letter, but you know nothing you can ever say will possibly convey all the feelings you have for the person. It's amazing just to realize how much emotion and love exists inside of you. I'd try to explain how just being with this person can turn a seemingly trivial and somewhat meaningless day into one of the most wonderful ones you've ever had. I'd tell you about how it seems as if you will never, ever get sick of this person, even if you spent an eternity with them. You probably couldn't really comprehend all that. I mean. The thought that no one and nothing in this world matters more. How all you want to do is make this person happy. The feeling that you get when you look the person in the eyes, and you both know. The feeling that the best you can do is to try to make that person feel as happy as they make you (and they don't even try!). It's such a crazy, wonderful feeling. I wish I could tell you about it, and not seem like a sappy, blubbering idiot, but I probably would, and I mean, you guys would probably vomit a few sentences in, so I'll just keep all these feelings between me and Hope. That would be a silly blog anyways. Ha!

Christopher Michael Tucker