Tomorrow, September 30, is the last day of my blog on Vox. Sadly, Vox is no more. So for now, I've imported it all over here to typepad. We'll see how this goes.
September 30 is also the birthday of one of my best friends from 5th-9th grade, Jennifer Lynn Matthews. We lost touch (attended different high schools) and I don't know where she is now, despite the occasional attempted googlestalking (I even know her mom, brother, and stepdad's names, but still no joy). So wherever you are out there Jennifer, happy birthday.
September 30 is also the last day of Project Beautiful. It is something I'll try to continue doing everyday, but officially, the one month project is complete. I'll blog about the experience tomorrow and what I got from it, if you participated or were inspired I hope you'll be kind enough to leave a comment on how it impacted you.
You'll notice I mention the birthday of an old friend that none of my blog readers knows before Project Beautiful, a month-long personal initiative. You might think this is weird. It is not. The people we have loved in our lives, whether they are with us now or just a memory from our past, are the most important thing. They enrich us, fill us with happiness and love and hope and laughter... there is nothing as beautiful as that. Jennifer and I used to tickle my little brother until he couldn't breathe, all the while calling him Jimbo Magavichi in a big announcer-type voice. I don't know why we did it, but it made him laugh like crazy (which now that I've written it, I realize is exactly why we did it). We would go to the mall together, listen to Duran Duran together (she liked Nick, I liked Simon), watch movies, play Clue (my nickname was Lounge Lizard because one game it was the only room I had, so I had to keep making guesses from there to eliminate weapons and characters, it wasn't my stealthiest move but hey, I was 12), go to the waterpark, call in radio requests (usually for Duran Duran), eat sweet and sour pork, learn how to put on makeup, walk to the store for ice cream with our saved up change... I still have photographs of her, and she was (and probably still is) beautiful. Olive skin, and beautiful black curly hair - not at all like her mom and brother who were both fair and blonde (I never met her birth father). Jennifer was a faithful, true friend, and it is my fault we lost touch. We were at different junior high schools and high schools, and I got busy with new friends and didn't return her calls like I should have. I regret that to this day. I wonder what she is doing, where she ended up. She was so smart. I hope she is blissfully happy, wherever she is, and spending her birthday exactly the way she wants to, surrounded by people she loves and experiencing things that will overflow her memory banks with joy in the future.
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