I'm in Texas now, for my 10 year high school reunion, which begins tonight. I know this because I've been plagued by an eye-twitch the past few days, probably from acute anxiety. Maybe it'll help if I imagine my old classmates in fast food service outfits when I see them tonight. I did at least do five straight hours of push-ups today to make up for not having done a single push-up in the last two years. Also, the fact that I'm still here writing this is a good sign, because it means I'm going to be fashionably late to the Berkner Homecoming Game that kicks off this thing.
The only reason I mention all this is that it's what this blog was all about. Two years ago, I was very concerned with how I was going to come across at this reunion. Jeremy Coon having produced Napoleon Dynamite made me wonder what exactly I had accomplished. Nothing as substantial as that, I concluded. So for the next two years I worked tirelessly to do something substantial, so I could go to this reunion and say, "Yes, I did (blank)." And then everyone would say, "Oh, well, that's nice. It's much better than Napoleon Dynamite, actually."
I'm not exactly sure what I did to fill in that blank, but maybe it will come to me when I'm under pressure. It doesn't look that great for me, though. Beyond not having accomplished anything I can point to in the recent past, I don't even have a job right now. If someone were to ask me what I do, I would be at a loss, since I don't do anything consistently. I pick up a bunch of random jobs to scrape by as I work on my (mostly-unseen) writing. The last random job involved going to Japan, which may impress some, and I had a modeling job a week or two ago, but I actually don't know what my next job will be. Maybe something in real estate if I finally get around to filling out my broker's license application. One could make the argument that not only have I not beaten Jeremy Coon, but that I am actually the most lamentable figure of our entire graduating class.
On the other hand, tomorrow is the main part of the reunion, and maybe I'll have accomplished something on par with producing Napoleon Dynamite by then.
But that's neither here nor there, at least as far as this blog is concerned. Tonight is the reunion, which means that this blog is officially over and this is my last post. It's been a crazy ride, hasn't it? I went to Switzerland and New York and Japan. And now I'm back in the land of my humble beginnings, Richardson, Texas. Thanks for reading, it's been great! Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!