Its Sunday night, and there was no choir practice.

I'm felling a major loss from my daily life because of this. No really, majorly. Pain. Anguish. Darkening of the soul, loss of feeling in my outer limbs, hunger, growth spurts, acne... It's bad. Really truly horrible. I don't know if I can go on horrible. The light at the end of the tunnel has even gone out, and a sign saying "Out for Lunch, be back eventually" is up in its place. So much for happy endings. And to think, that this was all caused by the lack of choir practice on a Sunday evening.

Silly high school graduates... don't you realize music is much more important then your silly parties? Honestly... you're making Evergreen students seem like hard workers... And that's saying something. I need my choir practice! Gah... Oh well. Thank heavens I do have one thing pulling me through... one thing that makes the dismal dark of the choir-less twilight of doom bearable, One thing that can still make my life blood run hot in my veins, to make my heart beat out a wild beat of jubilant strength, to stir me up to higher callings, to visions of men, elf, dragon, dwarf, and furry rabbit fighting for supreme dominance underneath a burning field of a thousand dying suns, exploding nebula bursting into shattered dreams, the falling of a bitter drop into a well of unseasoned thoughts and hopes...

And enough with the hoopla of fantasy weaving. Basically, his name is Adam. Adam is basically my best friend, ever. If you know me, you know I say that a lot. A lot of people seem to be a best friend. But Adam here... Adam gets a special spot as my "Star crossed lover that the evil fates doth twist and rend apart our shortlived joy". Basically, we have sleepovers, watch Disney or Miyazaki movies, do church stuff, visit bookstores and oogle our way through the fantasy sections, making retching sounds at the supernatural romance sections, detour through the children's section to reawaken childhood memories, finally wend our way through the journal and notebook section, and then cruise through Olympia rocking out to T. Swift's latest album. We have yet to build a blanket fort, but that and watching Tangled is on our list of to-do's for a weekend-long hang out shortly. Maybe a group date as well. It has yet to be fully decided. (Oh, and we also visited a comic book store. My fist time in one of those... it was an... Interesting experience)

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Adam and Keegan met for the first time one fateful day, mid august, of the year two thousand and nine. It was   a bright day, when many hopes and dreams rested lightly upon the shoulders and minds of these two young vibrant souls. The weather had been favorable, the sun was out, and Keegan had in act just finished working as a protector of the weak and lesser developed swimming ability at a camp not far from Tahuya in the land of Washington. The bronze skinned Keegan was then newly moved into his new home in the town of Port Orchard, close to where the water of a great ocean met the land, and as such, he knew few people in the region. Adam, the literary mastermind and schemer had traveled to the area himself not many months before, and had not many acquaintances himself.

It was in a building of cool stone, a place of worship and reverence that Adam and Keegan first met. Keegan, ever the mischievous spirit, was leaning back in his chair, reveling in himself and the attention he garnered from the others, while Adam sat there, coolly and wholly unmoved by the performance Keegan was putting on, unlike the other youth in the room. Keegan thought he could charm anyone with his smiles and tongue, and enjoyed verbal sparring, the twist of words and sharp jabs, but nothing seemed to impress this youth that sat stoically in his seat. Adam was unimpressed with this show-off. 

But Keegan had a distinct personality trait, that he wanted to be friends with everybody, and to say that he wanted to at least see Adam crack a smile is an understatement of the highest mark. As such, Keegan took it upon himself to befriend Adam, and to find out what made this boy, who knew so much concerning religion and literature, go. Thus, when the class was over, Keegan ran over to Adam and introduced himself right away, clapping Adam on the shoulder.
Adam, it turned out, was merely preoccupied with the lesson, and the gathering of knowledge. For unlike Keegan at that time, he had a desire for the deeper things of this world and the next. Adam knew that while Keegan's antics may appear crazy, that for the time being, he had wanted to pay attention to the lesson. But now that the lesson was over... He put Keegan on a run for his money. Where the other male youth could not match Keegan for sheer wit, here was a young man his age that not only had a literary background filled with fantasy and adventure, but could employ his tongue to the devising of tales of fancy, and to games of wit. 

Keegan delighted in meeting Adam, and thus a friendship was born, a friendship that would in turn spawn stories and adventures the like of which have never before been seen, and through it all, Keegan and Adam remained friends, though fate would tear the star crossed lovers apart, dividing the two with miles of treacherous streets, towns, warring factions, and beautiful sirens who would occasionally attempt to sway one of the two. But the bonds of brotherhood and love are hardy, and through it all, though fates evil twisting and turnings would attempt to sever those bonds, Keegan and Adam remain friends. 

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Adam, so you all know, is a writer. He's actually won several prizes for short stories he's written, and if I'm incorrect in that statement, I'm sure he'll correct me. However, I think you should read some of his stuff, so I'll figure out a way to link you all to something that has a story of his for you to read. He loves Fantasy, and aspires to become a recognized name in the fantasy literature circles. Also, he seems to post links to some of his friend's blogs, but seems to forget mine. Possibly because I spam facebook with my blog posts enough as it is already... But whatever. 

Adam and I also share a deep love for Betty White. Anything to do with that women is practically amazing. I hope to get Adam hooked into watching the show Community through the first episode of Season 2, with Betty White as the anthropology teacher. If that doesn't work I'll have to find some other way to get him to watch it. Ah, the things we do for friends. But honestly, this kid and I are going to build a blanket fort the lies of which this side of the Narrows Bridge hasn't seen yet. The whole house will become one big blanket fort. It will be amazing. I'm severely excited, that's all I have to say.

And it's ridiculously late, and although I could go on and on about Adam, and what we plan to do when we see eachother next, I'm just going to leave it at whats here. And who knows, I may write more about him later! Also, if you want a somewhat ridiculous blog about you, just get ahold of me and I'll write one. Of course, I would need to know you for a while before I could write one about you, but still... I'm sure I could dredge up something stupid we've done before. Like my cousin Jess and I? Plenty of stories about camping trips when we were young (read - younger then three) and there may be family pictures of me flipping out in a tent and Jess with a look of exasperation as she tries to ignore me. Pretty awesome stuff. 

Anyways, goodnight!